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So is the Life of a Pirate (2/?)

Series: One Piece

Chapter: 2/?

Word Count: 5039

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Sanji x OC (Reader)

A dalliance six years ago has a funny way of catching up to Sanji when the Straw Hats stop to restock the ship.

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a/n: Wowie! I didn't expect this to get the attention it did, but you guys seem to like it, so I'll keep on posting sporadically like this. Maybe every couple days. Yeah? How's that sound? What about a little angst this chapter? That sound good, too?

Cordelia opened her door and of course, there he was. She hadn’t known many pirates in her life that she genuinely liked. But she could always make an exception for her Straw Hats. Always, “CORDELIA!��

“Luffy!” Cordelia threw her arms around him, “Hi!”

“When Nami said we’d be going somewhere special for dinner tonight,” Luffy gasped, “She didn’t say we’d be coming here.”

“Where else would you go?” Cordelia scoffed, “Best food in Beniville Bay. Right here.”

“Don’t tell Sanji I told you this,” Luffy kept his voice down, “But his cooking isn’t as good as yours.”

“I know,” Cordelia giggled, “Go on. Go inside.”

“Thanks!” Luffy walked into Cordelia’s house and found Ash in the middle of the living room with his jaw on the floor, “Hey! There’s a little kid in here! Hi, little kid!”

“Luffy,” Cordelia settled him, “Play nice.”

“What?” Luffy squeaked, “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“There’s…what?” Usopp poked his head around the corner, “Oh, hi, Cordelia!”

“Hi, Usopp,” Cordelia got a hug out of him and a little kiss to her cheek, “Go on. Go play with him.”

“Awesome!” Usopp slid past her, “Hey, you weren’t lying, Luffy! There’s a kid here!”

“I’ll go keep them in line,” Nami already walked in.

“Thank you, Nami,” Cordelia leaned against the doorjamb. Until Zoro came up to her. And immediately scooped her up in his arms, “Hi, Zoro.”

“It’s been way too long since we’ve seen you, Cordelia,” Zoro practically snapped her spine, “I’m so glad Nami brought us here.”

“Me, too,” Cordelia melted in his embrace. Until she saw those eyes. Those eyes that got her hooked all those years ago. And her heart fell to pieces, “Hey, Zoro? Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, but…Could you…?”

“Yeah,” Zoro let her go, “I’ll just…Go inside?”

“If it’s not too much to ask,” Cordelia nodded.

“Got it,” Zoro walked inside and closed the door and the living room windows behind him.

And the air went still. Five years had gone by and Cordelia still couldn’t believe this was the one. The same one she had fallen in love with all those years ago. And yet, she sat down on her front step. And he sat next to her, “Everyone else gets hugs and kisses and I just get the front porch?”

“I figured I’d let you finish your cigarette before you came inside,” Cordelia smiled a bit, “Hello, Sanji…”

“Cordelia…” Sanji put the rest of his half smoked cigarette out on the bottom of his boot before throwing the butt into the gravel. And immediately, Sanji pulled Cordelia into his arms. And he didn’t want to let her go, “I missed you so much…”

“I missed you, too,” Cordelia did all she could to not start bawling. Her knotted up stomach wanted to relax, but it just couldn’t. Something else weighed far too heavy on her shoulders to even allow her to think about relaxing.

“Please,” Sanji hoped, “Please tell me I’m not homewrecking here.”

“What?” Cordelia giggled, cuddling into his shoulder “No. Of course not. But…Sanji, I have to tell you something.”

“Oh…” Sanji’s eyes fell to the ground, “There is someone.”

“There is,” Cordelia bit the inside of her cheek, “And…I really want you to meet him.”

“Him?” Sanji whined, “Really? No. You’re right. It would’ve been selfish of me to think you would’ve waited for me.”

“Sanji…”

“We had one night together,” Sanji went on, “I’m sure it made an impact then, but…”

“Sanji…”

“Again, it would’ve been selfish of me to think…”

“Sanji,” Cordelia grabbed him by his face and pressed her lips against his, “It’s not like that. I promise. Just…Come on. I already have dinner made. And I want you to meet him.”

“Fine,” Sanji let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, “But I’m not making any promises.”

“I’m not expecting you to,” Cordelia pushed herself onto her feet, “But-”

“Hey, Cordelia!” Luffy stuck his head out the front window, “Since when do you have a kid?”

Cordelia bit down on her lip, her eyes squeezed tight. And it took everything she had not to beat Luffy down with a cast iron frying pan, “Since I had him, Luffy.”

“He’s great!” Luffy beamed, beyond thrilled to have a new buddy.

“Hold on,” Sanji froze, “Cordelia…How long has it been since you had him?”

Cordelia knew it was coming. She knew she’d have to say something eventually. It was going to be the elephant in the room, but it had to be said, “He’s about to turn five.”

“Oh,” Sanji let it go. Although, the math started adding up quickly in the back of his head, “And…Is that who you wanted me to meet?”

“You were going to eventually,” Cordelia walked inside with Sanji in tow, “Ash…Come here, baby.”

“Mama!” Ash gasped, running to his mother’s side, “You didn’t tell me how cool you were when you were hanging out with Luffy!”

“They might have been here a week,” Cordelia giggled to herself, “I didn’t realize I made that much of an impression.”

“You liberated an entire ship of trafficked girls and made that ship’s captain walk the plank, Cordelia,” Luffy reminded her, “That’s pretty cool, if I do say so myself.”

“You know what?” Usopp sighed out, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, “It reminds me of this one time when I was in the South Blue. There was an entire fleet after my ship! And I knocked all those captains’ heads together like a pendulum! It was a pretty weird Tuesday.”

“I’m sure it was, Usopp,” Cordelia sat down on her couch and Ash nuzzled himself into her lap, “But yeah. A lot’s happened since we all saw each other. I know I’ve already talked about it with Nami this morning, but I do. This is my son, Ash.”

Ash looked up at her, “We’ve already met, Mama.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Cordelia slowed her breathing, already feeling her heart ready to give out, “But I told you I knew pirates. And now, you can put names to faces.”

Although, Sanji got a good look at Ash. A very good look at Ash. He thought for sure he was overthinking things. So, he let them go, “It’s Ash, right?”

“Mmhm,” Ash nodded, “Is this the pretty cook you always talk about?”

“Ash,” Cordelia’s cheeks turned the brightest red. And Sanji’s weren’t much better off, “Why don’t you and the others go play in the backyard? I’ll call you when dinner’s ready. I could really use your help, Sanji.”

“I’d be happy to,” Sanji agreed, a little smile gracing his face.

“But dinner was ready before they-”

“Asher,” Cordelia stood her ground, “Go outside.”

“Fine,” Ash got up from Cordelia’s lap and ran out the back door.

“Does that mean we get to go play outside, too, Cordelia?” Luffy hoped, “And then, we get food?”

“Yes, Luffy,” Cordelia held her face in her hands, “You, too.”

“Yay!” Luffy started running for the back door, “Come on, Usopp!”

“I’m coming!” Usopp followed, just as excited.

“Zoro, Nami…” Cordelia begged, “Will you two go be the adult supervision?”

“Already on it,” they droned.

“Thank you,” Cordelia took Sanji’s hand, “You get to come with me.”

“Aww,” Sanji teased her a bit, “And I wanted to go outside and play, too.”

“Bullshit, Sanji,” Cordelia rolled her eyes, “I know you better than that. There’s nowhere you’re more content than in a kitchen.”

“I can think of one other place,” Sanji followed Cordelia into the kitchen and looked across the way at a very familiar bedroom.

“Other than that,” Cordelia shook her head, “Oh, I missed you, Sanji.”

“And I, you, darling,” Sanji kissed her cheek, “But…There’s something I need to ask you.”

“Yes,” Cordelia groaned, “The seal on the oregano jar still hasn’t been broken.”

“That wasn’t it,” Sanji hushed her, “But I will commend you for it.”

“Alright,” Cordelia hopped up on the kitchen counter, “Go ahead. I know you’re going to ask.”

“It’s about Ash…”

“I figured.”

Sanji looked out the kitchen window into the backyard where Ash, Luffy, and Usopp were running around the big tree, “Where’s his father?”

Cordelia’s stomach dropped to her feet. Slowly, she settled her mind, “Would you like to hear the story I tell him when he asks?”

“I’d love to,” Sanji sat down at the table.

“I tell him his father was lost to the sea,” Cordelia sighed out, “Which isn’t entirely lying to him. I tell him his father pulled into this port one day. We fell in love. And then, he was gone. He didn’t stick around long enough to know Ash would come along. Hell, I wouldn’t even know Ash was coming along until a month and a half later. So, I always tell Ash the same thing. I don’t ever tell him his father left us. Because that would’ve meant his father knowing there was an us and not just me. But he had me. And I’m all he’s ever known. And that’s all that mattered.”

“Until…?” Sanji could see it in Cordelia’s eyes. There was something she wasn’t saying. There was something that was killing her. There was something she wanted to just spit out, but she couldn’t find the words to do it.

“Until…” Cordelia’s voice broke. But before she could start crying, she cleared her throat, “Until…He met Auntie Nami in the marketplace this morning getting produce for him.”

And that was the moment where Sanji’s heart exploded. And yet, his face remained unmoved, “And how old is he?”

“He’s four…”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Cordelia?” Sanji snapped a bit, “Why didn’t you tell me he was mine? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant in the first place? You know damn well I would’ve come back for you!”

“Because, Sanji,” Cordelia defended herself, “I knew this wasn’t the life for you. I knew you were meant to be out to sea. I didn’t want to be the one to hold you back from that.”

“You never held me back,” Sanji growled, “You never would’ve held me back. You think I wouldn’t have wanted to settle down? You think I wouldn’t have wanted to settle down with you? ESPECIALLY, if I knew I had a son out there? You don’t get to make those decisions for me, Cordelia! You didn’t deserve to go through your pregnancy and raising him on your own!”

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me,” Cordelia jumped down Sanji’s throat, “It’s not like we’re suffering, Sanji. We have everything handled. I have everything handled. I never expected anything from you.”

“But I would’ve given you everything without batting an eye!” The room went quiet again. Not the kind of quiet like it was before. Not the uncomfortable, awkward quiet. The seething, angry quiet. Sanji got up from the table, “I need to go.”

“Where are you going?” Cordelia worried.

“To walk out on the apparent mother of my son properly,” Sanji went straight for the door, knowing how badly his words wounded her. The slamming screen cut Cordelia deeper than she had ever been hurt before. She knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but she didn’t realize it’d be this bad.

“Cordelia?” Zoro walked in, the rattling screen catching his attention. He wasn’t expecting to find her sobbing on the floor, “Hey…Where’d Sanji go?”

Cordelia couldn’t even talk. Her words failed her. And her heart was in pieces. But she wasn’t alone. And Zoro would make sure she knew that. So, he sat on the floor next to her and pulled her into his shoulder. And she bawled her eyes out for a while. Zoro knew he would be there for as long as she needed.

“Cordelia,” Zoro picked her chin up and wiped her tears away, “What happened?”

“I screwed up,” Cordelia spoke through her sobs, “I screwed up so big.”

“What do you mean?” Zoro looked at her strangely, “What was with the door slamming?”

“Sanji’s pissed,” Cordelia explained, her head rested in Zoro’s chest, “I didn’t tell him about Ash.”

“Why would that piss him off?” Zoro wondered, “I mean, we all didn’t know about Ash until we came here.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia felt another wave of tears coming, “But you’re not all his father…”

“Oh…” Zoro got quiet after that. He wasn’t sure if it was shock or heartbreak. But he knew he had to do something. When they all met Cordelia for the first time, Zoro had a soft spot for her. Like the annoying little sister he never had. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know Sanji a little better than she did, “Ash is…Sanji’s son?”

“Mmhm,” Cordelia nodded, “I always told Ash his father was lost at sea. I wasn’t lying to him. For all I knew, Sanji was lost at sea. But I knew he was out there. Somewhere. And you guys are impossible to get a hold of. How was I supposed to know where to find you? And then, to tell Sanji I was pregnant? It would’ve ruined him.”

“By the sounds of it,” Zoro winced, “It’s ruining him now. And he’s got four years to catch up on.”

“Thanks, Zoro,” Cordelia grumbled, “Way to make me feel more like shit.”

“Not my intentions,” Zoro promised, “Does Ash know?”

“No,” Cordelia shook her head, “But I’m sure there’s going to be a connection made at some point.”

“Do you want me to go out and find Sanji?”

“No. He needs to walk this one off. He’s already pissed. I don’t need to get under his skin even more.”

“Ok,” Zoro didn’t budge. He kept Cordelia in his lap, “You know…He’s a great kid.”

“Thank you,” Cordelia cracked a smile, “I did my best with what I had. And it’s not like I totally raised Ash alone. I had Nora at the tavern, too. And some of the others around here. It takes a village and I had one.”

“And that might be what’s bothering him,” Zoro assumed, “Ever think Sanji would’ve wanted to be part of Ash’s life?”

“Like I said, though,” Cordelia reiterated, “How was I supposed to tell him? You guys are out on the ship and in the middle of the sea. Was I just supposed to get on mine and go find you guys? Out in the middle of who the hell knows where and risk me going into labor where there would be no doctor around? Or anyone else for that matter? Where it would be just me squeezing Ash’s massive head out of me with no painkillers and a weirdly angled mirror? I wasn’t keeping Sanji away from Ash. He could’ve come back anytime. But no. He was gone for five years. And now, he knows he has a kid out in the world. And he still walked out.”

“Cordelia,” Zoro kept his voice down, “Does the name Vinsmoke Judge mean anything to you?”

“No,” Cordelia shook her head, “Why? Should it?”

“He’s the reason why Sanji would ever want to be a dad to his kid in the first place,” Zoro explained, “He’d kill me for saying any of this, but Vinsmoke Judge was a piece of shit father to his own kids. Including Sanji. We’ve talked about it. If we were to ever have families outside the crew. And he only said one thing. If he had a kid, all he’d want to do is give that kid the life he never had. And the dad he never had. And to never know suffering a day in their life. This might just be me speculating, but I think this is about more than just you not telling Sanji about Ash.”

In that moment, Cordelia’s heart fell to her feet in individual pieces. Like the world’s saddest confetti. She stood up, brushed herself off, and pulled herself together, “I have to go.”

“Hey, Cordelia?” Luffy stuck his head in the back door, “Is dinner done yet? I’m starving.”

“I have to go,” Cordelia wiped her eyes one last time, “Zoro, can you keep an eye on Ash for me?”

“Go,” Zoro insisted, “Everything here is taken care of.”

“Thank you,” Cordelia started heading for the front door, “And keep Luffy out of the kitchen!”

“Will do!”

With her wits about her much more than they were before, Cordelia went on a search for Sanji. Beniville Bay wasn’t very big, so it’s not like he could get lost. He wasn’t Zoro. But Cordelia knew where to find him. Cordelia knew exactly where to find him. The place it all started. On the cliffs of Beniville Bay, there was the perfect view of all the West Blue. So the rumor was. There was nothing but water in any direction one were to look from those cliffs. The day Sanji met Cordelia, she sat on the edge of those cliffs, gently singing an old shanty to herself. And Sanji swore she was a siren. And she certainly drew him in like one.

And sure enough, Cordelia found Sanji sitting at the edge. Her hands and knees started to shake, but she knew she had to push through it. No matter how hard it might be. But at the same time, she didn’t want to scare him. Cordelia made sure her footsteps made noise. And of course, she caught Sanji’s attention.

“What are you doing here?” Sanji asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Cordelia sat on the ground next to him. And the quiet between them was excruciating.

“I needed some quiet,” Sanji told her, clearing his throat, “What about you?”

“I needed to explain myself,” Cordelia carefully took Sanji’s hand, “Look, Sanji…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Ash. I’m sorry I made big decisions for you.”

“Cordelia,” Sanji asked, “Does Ash know who I am?”

“Of course,” Cordelia assured him, “You’d be amazed at how many times he’ll ask me to tell him all about the pirates I knew. He’d go back and tell his friends that his mama knew pirates. His mama was a pirate.”

“But not his father.”

“I’d tell him all about the pirates I knew,” Cordelia smiled, “Including you. He heard all kinds of stories about you and me.”

“Did he?” Sanji started to perk up a little, “What’s he know about?”

“He knows how you called me a siren while you were here,” Cordelia rested her head on Sanji’s shoulder, “He knows that when we met, Luffy almost cleared out the tavern. And that you still made food when you got back to the ship because-”

“I didn’t want to get rusty,” Sanji chuckled to himself, “And yet, I seem to remember that same night when Zoro got wildly drunk and you and I snuck back to your place to do some very vile things.”

“I don’t tell Ash about that one,” Cordelia giggled, “He doesn’t need to know about the night he was conceived.”

Sanji laid back on the ground and pulled Cordelia into his ribs, “I wish I would’ve known about Ash. He’s a great kid.”

“He’s our great kid.”

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “He’s your great kid. I had nothing to do with him turning out the way he has.”

“That’s not entirely true,” Cordelia cuddled into him, “Sanji, there’s more of you in Ash than you think there is. One time, he threw a tantrum because I was in the middle of making dinner at the tavern and he wanted a banana. I was almost done with dinner and he wanted a banana, so I wasn’t going to give him one. He could wait for dinner. Mind you, he had no money on him. But there was a woman selling fruit from her stand a little way down the square. He went over to the woman and told her he had a rumbly tummy. The kid batted his eyelashes at her and came back with a banana and a satisfied grin on his face.”

“Really?” Sanji laughed, “He charmed a woman for a banana?”

“I didn’t believe it at first either,” Cordelia held her face in her hands, “But Nora said she saw the whole thing. It was incredible. And I don’t think I ever heard that kid ever use the word tummy a day in his life. He full on charmed a woman for a banana.”

A sudden warmth spread through Sanji’s chest like a wildfire, “That’s my boy…”

“He is,” Cordelia agreed, “Whether you like it or not, you can’t deny him. You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”

“The little uptick in his eyebrows?”

“The very same.”

“Yeah,” Sanji nodded, “I saw. It was how I realized he was mine. I just needed to hear it from you.”

“And you did,” Cordelia shut her eyes for a moment or two, “Ash is your son, Sanji. You are just as much his dad as I am his mom. But you think you were shocked when you met him for the first time. You should’ve seen his first birthday.”

“You’re right,” Sanji stared up into the sky as guilt crept into his thoughts, “I should’ve seen his first birthday.”

“No,” Cordelia hushed him, “We’re not going to make it sad. He knows you now, Sanji. And no one can take that away from you. And now that you know he exists, you can do something about it.”

“It’s just a matter of what I do,” Sanji pulled Cordelia a little closer, “But about his first birthday. Tell me.”

“I knew he wouldn’t remember his first birthday,” Cordelia began, “First birthday parties were just vanity things for the parents to pat themselves on the back. Birthday parties aren’t for the kid until they gain more sentience and cognitive memory. But I still wanted to do something special. So, I told Nora I was going to go on sabbatical for a month or two and I brought Ash on the boat.”

“You took a one year old on a boat?” Sanji gasped, “Cordelia, are you insane?”

“It was for a good reason,” Cordelia went on, “I took a couple weeks to get from the West Blue to the East Blue. And just in time for Ash’s first birthday, we docked. I got him dressed that night. The cutest little bowtie. I got dressed. And we went and had dinner at the Baratie.”

Sanji froze. His stomach turned into a solid knot. And he wasn’t sure what to do about that, “You took our one year old son to the Baratie?”

“Yes, I did,” Cordelia nodded, “We deserved something nice. And…Well, I always heard you talk up the Baratie, so…”

“Oh my god…” Sanji let out a little gasp, “You went to the Baratie looking for me.”

“Maybe,” Cordelia bit her lip, “So, you can’t say I never attempted to go after you. But once we got back home, I figured you were on the other side of the world by then. So, because Ash and I deserved nice things, we went to the Baratie for his birthday. You should’ve seen the look on Zeff’s face when I walked in.”

And just when Sanji thought it couldn’t get worse, it managed to get just a little worse, “You met Zeff on your own?”

“You act like he’s some kind of monster,” Cordelia giggled, “Yeah. I met Zeff on my own. And he was nothing but sweet to me. Zeff was a peach. He sat with me for a bit while I was bouncing Ash on my knee. But he was getting to that phase where he wanted to crawl all over the place, so if I held him down for too long, he’d try to squirm out or get super fussy. And I had yet to eat anything at that point, so I was starving. Ash ate more off my plate than I did, I swear. Oh, Sanji…I wish you would’ve seen it. Zeff took Ash and let me eat. It was the first time since he was born that I could eat more than a few bites before I had to take care of him in some way.”

“I have a hard time seeing Zeff with a baby,” Sanji started to relax a bit.

“I mean,” Cordelia shrugged, “In a way, it made sense. That was his grandson. He just…didn’t realize it yet. At least not until he got a better look at him.”

“So,” Sanji’s warm feeling didn’t last long, “Zeff knows.”

“Zeff figured it out,” Cordelia clarified, “But yes, Zeff knows. Zeff knows Ash is his grandson. Zeff knows you have a baby out in the world. And Zeff expects us every year on Ash’s birthday. But all that aside, the day I brought Ash to the Baratie…Zeff closed up a little early, so he and I could talk uninterrupted. A few of the boys cleared the tables out. Zeff cracked open a bottle of wine for me. I could still taste it. But Ash had fallen asleep in my arms. And he was so content. I told Zeff all about our night together without scarring him. We talked about my life before we met. And then, Ash woke up. I felt bad because I thought maybe we were too loud. He slid down from my lap and held onto my knee when he stood up. And I watched as he took his first twelve steps from me to Zeff and fell into Zeff’s leg.”

“He…” Sanji tried not to start tearing up, but the thought of the little boy in Cordelia’s house having taken his first steps in a place he held dear in his heart and to the man that saved his life made it difficult, “He took his first steps…to Zeff…In the Baratie?”

“It was beautiful to see, Sanji,” Cordelia cuddled in a little closer, “You should’ve seen the look on Zeff’s face. Fucking priceless. And now, I can hardly keep up with him. My god, the little shit has more energy than God knew what to do with. But he did. We got to working on walking on my boat and he had a pretty good handle on it before we got home. But once we hit land again, he had to learn to walk all over.”

“Cordelia…” Sanji wept, “I’ve missed so much…”

“It doesn’t matter what you’ve missed, Sanji,” Cordelia assured him, “What matters is that you know he exists. You know he’s here. And he’s got a birthday coming up. I know Zeff’s going to be waiting for us. I bet he misses you, too.”

“You think so?” Sanji thought it over, “You know, it has been a while since I’ve seen Zeff. I suppose it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I popped up there.”

“I wouldn’t tell you no,” Cordelia wrapped herself around Sanji’s arm, “Would you want to make the annual birthday trip to the Baratie with us? Chances are, it’ll be the first real birthday Ash really remembers. What better way to have it than to be the first birthday he has with both his parents?”

Sanji felt a hitch in his breathing. His heart turned into a puddle and he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no, “When do we shove off?”

“Probably in a couple days,” Cordelia thought, “Unless you and the others are off on some other great, grand quest. This wouldn’t be very long. Probably a night at the Baratie docks.”

“Cordelia,” Sanji took her hands into his and gently brought them to his lips, “Of course, sweetheart. I’d love to.”

“Thank you,” Cordelia melted inside. But then, reality set in, “You know, we should probably get back to my place before Luffy starts seizing up.”

“Good call,” Sanji got up and helped Cordelia onto her feet, “And…Cordelia?”

“Hmm?”

Sanji pulled her into his arms and held her tight, “I’m so sorry for walking out on you.”

“You were pissed,” Cordelia comforted him, “I understand.”

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “I could’ve stayed here a little longer. Long enough to know you were pregnant. We could’ve been a real family.”

“We still are, Sanji,” Cordelia held his hand, “I tried seeing other men after you, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel right. And the guy I saw after you really wasn’t right. He found out Ash wasn’t his and walked out on us. You came back, though. I told you that you had a son and now, in a couple days, we’re going to go to the Baratie for his birthday.”

“Could you imagine the look on Zeff’s face when we walk in there together?” Sanji chuckled to himself, “Might actually put the old man in a heart attack.”

“We don’t want to do that to Zeff,” Cordelia awed, “I like Zeff. And Zeff adores me. My god, does Zeff love me. Although, I think it was mostly a pity thing. I walk into his restaurant a single mother only to find out that baby was yours.”

“He’s going to fucking kill me when we get there,” Sanji winced, “I can feel it.”

“Are you kidding?” Cordelia rolled her eyes, “Zeff adores you and wouldn’t dare. Besides, Ash just got his father. He’s not going to take him away from that.”

“That’s something I need hanging over my head,” Sanji scoffed, “Using the kid as a human shield. That’s what we have Luffy for.”

“Don’t worry about Zeff,” Cordelia took Sanji’s arm, “If anything goes south with Zeff, I’ll take all the heat. Considering this is mostly my fault anyway.”

“I still can’t believe you were at the Baratie to find me,” Sanji cracked a little smile.

“Why else would I have gone to the Baratie?”

“A half decent meal and just as mediocre ambience?”

“Valid point,” Cordelia ran a little way ahead, “We really do need to get back a little quicker, Sanji.”

“Why do you say that?” Sanji wondered, “Cordelia, sweetheart, we’re going to be here for a few days. We have all the time in the world.”

“Very true,” she agreed, “But do you really want to leave a hungry Luffy alone with dinner on the table?”

“Alright. Point made.”

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harry-styles-obsessed · 1 year

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One night stand… gone wrong.

Synopsis: it was only meant to be a one time thing, sex. Nothing more nothing less. A fuck for the fun of it… to relieve stress… have fun. Meet as strangers leave as strangers… But y/n soon learns the fact that this one time thing most definitely isn’t a one time… as she’s pregnant with his child.

I hope this is okay! I’d happily make a part two if anyone would like a part two!(:

TW’s: mention of pregnancy, panic attack, strangers to lovers, talking the pregnancy out- abortions ect ect. If any of these make you uncomfortable please don’t read!

It was meant to be a one time thing… just for the fun of it. For the thrill of it. He was handsome you couldn’t deny that and you also couldn’t deny the fact that you both instantly had chemistry. His wandering hands were enough to drive you insane so how could you say no when he welcomed you back to his place? You enjoyed it thoroughly. He was boyfriend material to say the least, you didn’t want to take things further as he made it clear that it was only a one time thing but the way his eyes looked at you on that very night was enough to make you blush, to render you speechless to make you fall straight to your knees… he was eye Candy. Literally. His voice- everything about him was simply perfection and you never wanted that night to end but of course all good things have to come to an end don’t they? And so after that you moved on with your life and so did he, you lived your life and rarely thought of him…

You rarely thought of him. Now you thought of him constantly. Your eyes were glazed over with fear. Fear you couldn’t explain as you stared down at the five positive pregnancy tests, your jaw was on the floor breathing heavy as you quite literally panicked yourself to oblivion. Your hands shakily ran through your hair “fuck! I- fuck!” You stood up off of the toilet as you shook your head, how could this of happened? You were careful! Or well… clearly not careful enough. You bit down onto your bottom lip as you shook your head. You didn’t know what to do. Should you call Harry? You had exchanged numbers with him for the fun of it but maybe there was a reason… a reason you weren’t ready to confront yet. You quickly grabbed your phone typing in Harry’s contact as you immediately pressed call tears slowly trailing down your cheeks. Maybe it was pathetic to cry over but how the hell would this work out? How?! Especially since he clearly isn’t ready to be a father and he barely knows you and you most definitely aren’t ready to be a mother either. “Hello” his voice was chirpy slight conversation in the background as your breath shook, you couldn’t get a word out… “y/n? Hello?” He questioned after a few moments of silence “I-I… Harry… can… I… you…” you couldn’t string a sentence together “are you okay? What happened? Are you drunk?” He questions only blocked your thinking process more “are you alone Harry? Please go somewhere alone or come here… please.” You practically begged “yes I am alone…. I uh… I don’t have your address.” He murmured with a nervous chuckle and your heart dropped in embarrassment “I… I’ll send you my address just come over here asap. Please.”

After sending him the address you were quick to rush into your bedroom getting changed into something comfy, trying to bring comfort to yourself trying to clean things up trying to simply make yourself less stressed and after a while you simply chose to pace back and forth, the sudden sound of knocking at the door grabbing your attention as you rushed to the front door yanking it open, Harry standing there looking good as ever “come in come in.” You said worriedly and he did just that his eyes full of worry as he looked at you “are you okay?” You stared at him wanting to say something sarcastic but you chose not to “I don’t know Harry… I…” you walked into the front room as he followed, you sat down pulling your knees to your chest as you stared down anxiously “I know we don’t know each other well… but you can tell me anything.” He reminded you calmly he didn’t even know what you were going to say nor did he have an idea. You knew it was better to rip the bandaid off right away instead of delaying an inevitable conversation “I’m pregnant” you rushed out eyes full of fear… silence gods you hated this. You stared down at your hands as you breathed heavily. Harry stared at you no emotion on his face as if he was trying to figure you out trying to figure out whether this was some sort of joke… he had of course had pregnancy scares in the past with exes and such but never with a one night stand… not that he wanted to label you as such…

“I-… what?”

You looked at him again watching his face for any sign of hatred but instead he just looked… calm. Slightly freaked out but mainly calm. “I’m pregnant.” You repeated and he blinked his eyes “shit” he rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed shaking his head “are you angry at me?” You asked anxiously and he looked to you brows slightly furrowed “no of course not. I’m just trying to understand…” he murmured calmly. You let out a little sigh “so you haven’t had sex with anyone else?” He asked and you shook your head “no… you were the last guy I’ve had intercourse with.” You said and he remained silent before he nodded “right” he rubbed his palms together anxiously. “You going to keep it or?” He questioned unsure on how to truly word it but it was a difficult topic to discuss “before you even say anything just know um… it’s your body- your choice, of course and… either way I’m going to be here to support you.” He said softly but sincerely. He knew how many asshole men who get women pregnant would just leave them to be single mothers but he wouldn’t do that not to you. Not to anyone. Knowing he wouldn’t leave you was a relief to you much of a relief. “I… I’m not quite sure.” You soon said and he looked at you before nodding his head “that’s understandable.” He spoke calmly but he slowly moved to where you sat sitting down just beside you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close and you leaned into him needing comfort anyways as you closed your eyes resting your head on his shoulder a shaky breath leaving your lips “either way I’m gonna be here.” He murmured his hand gently rubbing against your shoulder in a comforting manner and you sniffled closing your eyes as he simply kept an arm around you holding you and you happily obliged to the comfort taking it all in as you needed it desperately.

“I’m scared.” Your voice was meek and tired and he nodded, listening to you as he held you “I don’t want to bring this label as a father onto you and force it onto you so suddenly.” You said and he looked into your eyes “worry about yourself y/n, you don’t have to worry about me.” He assured calmly and you nodded as you looked down letting out a soft shaky breath “if you want to abort it I’ll support you, if you want to think on it and decide later I’m gonna support you and if you want to keep it I’m going to support you.” He said slowly but calmly his voice soothing you and you smiled weakly as you nodded your head “okay… thank you.” You murmured softly. You weren’t quite sure what the hell you were gonna do. Your parents would be disgusted wouldn’t they? You exhaled as he held onto your hands rubbing his thumbs against your knuckles gently “I think I want to keep it.” You said softly and he looked at you nodding his head slowly “okay… if you want to… just sleep on it yeah? It’s pretty late.” He said softly not wanting you to choose straight away simply because of how you felt “so you’d rather me get rid of it?” You asked anxiously and he brows furrowed “woah. No no of course not. As I said I’m gonna support you either outcome.” He said but you frowned worried he was thinking otherwise “but what do you want?” You asked and a soft chuckle left his lips his palm gently holding onto your hand “that doesn’t matter does it…” he spoke softly “of course it does.” You said and he smiled “it really doesn’t y/n, I’m not the one who’s gonna be carrying another human being inside of me. So realistically, no, it doesn’t matter and my choice doesn’t matter because it’s your body.”

He was supportive which you were grateful for but you were still terrified. “I suppose you’re right.” You said softly “whatever you choose will be the right option… there’s no wrong option y/n, your choice okay? Not my choice, not any other persons choice… your choice. And I might sound like a broken record player but your body your choice. Understood?” He spoke and you nodded your head slightly a small smile on your lips, you knew it would be better to sleep on it and decide later. “Will you stay around?” You asked and he paused for a moment before nodding his head “sure”

You spent the rest of the day talking to him, coming up with plans- ideas, simply trying to figure it out with him and now you were laying in bed his arms wrapped around you, you didn’t think it was romantic… simply in a comforting way. But either way you didn’t mind. He was bringing comfort to you either way. The tv played quietly in the background your eyes fluttering shut tiredly his breathing soft and quiet in your ears almost acting as a lullaby to send you into a peaceful sleep after all the panic and stress you had felt. “You can go to sleep” he comforted gently “I’m not going anywhere… ‘m here to stay.” He murmured softly his own voice laced with tiredness and slight sleepiness his head lightly resting on your shoulder his eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him “mm…” you hummed out happily just glad he was there to stay. As the more you relaxed the more you started thinking “think I wanna keep it” you murmured and he let out a tired hum “alright… keep on thinking until you know what you want to do okay” he murmured quietly and you nodded your head relaxing back into him as you closed your eyes sleepily “if you do choose to keep it… just know you’re gonna be a great mum.” He whispered into your ear and just like the first time you had met him butterflies gently cascaded around your stomach a little smile remaining on your lips as you slowly dozed off to sleep… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

#x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry edward styles #harry styles #yn #comfort #imagines #dad harry styles #pregnant reader #pregnancy #accidental pregnancy #unplanned pregnancy #cute #sweet #lovers #love #strangers to lovers #stories

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acowardinmordor · 9 months

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My brain won't shut up about this, so maybe if I write it my brain will let me finish working and get this massive work project off my plate.

Warning for Accidental Drunken Pregnancy

Fandom loves, correctly, the idea of Girl!Steve Harrington, either as an 'always a' or trans, we're a fan. And that's good. No arguments from me there.

But I was thinking about Always a Girl Eddie. And the impact that would have. Because see, Eddie is already Wrong in a lot of ways. She's poor, she's loud, she's a freak, she sells drugs, and starts shit with bullies. She's too much in every way, and she refuses to be a girl properly. Has ever since she was old enough to express an opinion.

She didn't want to play with dolls or play house. She wanted to run through the park chasing dragons. When her parents fought, she wanted to run away and get found by the Addams family where no one would be mad at her for liking black and reading about blood and fights and monsters.

By the time she's in high school, everyone's decided she's a lesbian. She isn't. She thinks she isn't, but she doesn't get a chance to try or test or find out before the whole damn town has made it Known. Eddie doesn't wear skirts, and she doesn't style her hair, and she doesn't listen when the counselor sits her down to talk about her behavior and how she needs to try to be a bit more like other girls if she wants to get married one day. That's her junior year, which is when she snaps and, true or not, goes on a rant about being a carpet munching butch who never wants to have a husband.

Her friends don't care. They've talked to her and agree its all bullshit. Her only regret about it is that her outburst becomes fodder for the kind of bias that makes her fail two classes her senior year. It makes her fail four her second time around. PE is one of them. The teacher won't let her participate if she isn't 'dressed appropriately' which suddenly requires that all the girls have their legs shaved. Surprise surprise, Eddie is the only one that has an impact on. Wayne gets into a shouting match over it, and he wins, but not in time for Eddie to pass.

And every time someone pushes her to be more ladylike, Eddie doubles down on being a freak because she's a lot of things, but she's not a quitter. The one good she knows she manages is that barely any other girls in Hawkins get bullied all that much. Eddie pulls too much attention, and Eddie is so far off the end of the scale, it makes the minor mistakes easy to ignore.

All her friends are guys because the girls of Hawkins are scared of the witch/lesbian/succubus/whatever bs they came up with this week. There are some girls who Eddie thinks want to come talk to her, thinks she'd be friends with if she could, but any girl willingly hanging around the Freak is going to get painted with the same brush.

She showed up to every single class in her third go around, daring her teachers to fail her again when she was getting perfect scores on anything with a straight answer, and doing so well on the subjective stuff they were giving her passing grades. She had a new flock of sheep who didn't care about the rumors because she ran Hellfire for them.

After Spring Break, after they accuse her of seducing and murdering Chrissy, after Eddie walks into Mordor and is dragged out the other side. After Eddie gives everything she has for a town that hates her, the school gives her the diploma. Maybe its just because they're terrified that she'll come back for a fourth try if they don't, but she has the damn thing.

Or maybe they don't want the new freshmen to start crying when they see her scars.

After the hospital lets them all leave, and after El and Will do whatever it is they do and promise it's over for real this time, Robin, Eddie, and Harrington sit around and watch crap movies and talk. It's still June when Robin comes out to her, and Eddie has to awkwardly explain that she isn't. Supportive, in favor of it, but not sure if she's like Robin.

"But everyone heard about what you said to--"

"Yeah, she was telling me I should start curling my hair and wearing makeup so I could find a husband."

"She did not."

"Yeah. I kinda snapped."

A few minutes tearing apart that kind of thinking later, and Steve asks, "So you like dudes?"

Eddie shrugs, because she's never tested that either. A bit of leftover enmity from when he was the King and she was the Freak keeps her from admitting she's a virgin. Instead she gestures to her face and neck, the part of her chest visible around her tank top.

"Don't think that's going to matter, Stevie, not now that I look like the Wicked Witch midway through melting."

There's nothing either of them can say about that. Between her status as a murder suspect, the infection from Upside Down dirt, and how efficient the demo bat fuckers were, her scars are ugly. Not the sort of thing she's read in books that a hero learns to take pride in. Just a mess. Her smile is jacked up on the left, and while she does have both of her nipples, the one boob is significantly smaller, and lumpier than the other now.

But they're friends, and its nice. Robin didn't find a fellow lesbian, but Eddie can understand the way she feels, and they bond over it. Where Robin goes, so goes Steve, so intentional or not, Eddie and Steve get close. Help each other with scar cream type close. It would be weird if there was any universe in which Steve would ever be interested in her. Instead they're good friends, and co-conspirators against the gremlins.

Robin is starting college in the spring semester in Chicago. Steve is going with her. Obviously. Eddie hasn't agreed to anything, but she's considering it.

They have one last party at Harrington's place. The kids leave around seven. The Hellfire guys leave around nine. By eleven, all three of them are plastered, and Robin is lamenting that she's leaving Hawkins and still hasn't kissed a girl. Eddie rolls her eyes and smacks one on her. Get it over and done with, right?

After an hour of Robin flustered and babbling about 'yes, yes, yeah, I do like girls! Kissing! Kissing girls is great! Steve! Steve-o! Did you know kissing girls is great?" she passes out on the couch.

Steve and Eddie, just sober enough to know that they're all going to be hungover in the morning, close blinds and lock doors. They leave water and asprin by Robin, then chug down a glass each.

"So, did it help you figure it out? Kissing my Soulmate with a capital P? Did you figure out if you like kissing girls more than guys?"

Eddie giggles instead of answering.

"I know Rob's not kissed anyone, but if you liked kissing her you probably could tell, right? So if you liked kissing her as much as you like kissing guys, or if its not like kissing guys, then you know!"

Steve's not a dumb as the kids joke. When Eddie doesn't answer, he puts it together. "Oh. Oh shit. Eds. You and Robin were each others' first kisses? Thats so -- you didn't have to do that! And now you don't know if you like kissing girls or guys or both or neither or -- Oh!"

Eddie watches Steve come to his decision and turn, and she decides to let it happen. Steve is the only guy her age who doesn't wince looking at her face. This is probably the only chance she's got until she's old enough her skin gets all wrinkly and no one can see the scars are there anymore.

It's better than kissing Robin. There's a lot of reasons why that might be true, but none of them matter, because after that first one. After a few seconds pause. After she leans a little closer like she's asking, they don't stop.

She wakes up naked and sore, with a blinding headache and the tight-skin pain that comes from forgetting the scar cream.

Awkward doesn't cover it when they look at each other in bed. When Robin trips on her way to make coffee, it gives them an excuse not to talk about it. It's bad enough that Eddie keeps thinking about it, and excavating the fragments of memory she's got. Probably the only chance she's going to get, and she remembers barely half. She does remember liking it, and Steve liking it, and neither of them being weird about the scars because they've been helping each other with them for months now.

Once they're sober enough for it, they talk, both of them apologizing, but not really. Neither of them regret it, even if it wasn't their best idea, and Eddie starts quoting Robin's rant about antiquated concepts of virginity when Steve tries to apologize for that. It's definitely weird, but they're not going to freak out about it.

By Wednesday, when Steve and Rob are loading up the beemer to drive north before the holidays, so they could get a place with a rental discount, everyone turns out to say bye. Eddie winks at Robin again, because it still makes her blush, and it still makes Eddie and Steve laugh when she does. She gives Steve a hug, and a promise to make a decision soon about moving up with them.

Six weeks of scheduled phone calls with them, and uncomfortable talks with Wayne, Eddie has finally, finally decided to go for it. She'll still be a freak, but according to Steve, no one in the city will bother her about it unless she asks them to. He's working at a diner, and swears the bookstore across the street will totally hire Eddie if she applies. Robin loves her classes, and her part time hours at the library on campus.

It's while Eddie is looking around and opening drawers, trying to plan how to move with more detail than 'throw stuff in the van' that she notices. There's a box of pads, mostly empty, in the corner of the bathroom cabinet. It's been mostly empty since November. And yeah, her period has never been predictable, and this isn't the longest its gone, and Eddie has never cared since she wears black all the time -- but. This time she had sex.

The odds are tiny, and the image of it is ridiculous. Eddie isn't any kind of a mom. Harrington is more a mom than she is. Anyway, all that shit in sex ed about it only takes once is crap. And she remembers Steve getting out the box of condoms. She doesn't remember anything between that and getting fucked, but she definitely remembers how concerned he was about opening the foil. So there's no way. No chance. Absolutely none.

The test comes back positive, and the nurse at the planed parenthood in Indianapolis asks if she wants to hear about her options.

It's pretty easy to choose as it turns out. Easier than quitting smoking cold turkey is for sure. Hell of a lot easier than telling Wayne. It's not something she ever wanted, ever thought about or considered, but Eddie knows this is the only chance she's got. Well. Sperm donors maybe, not that she'll ever have the money for it, unless she paid a guy to keep coming around until she got knocked up.

At first, she keeps it quiet because the nurse told her about the potential problems, especially with how much Eddie drank and smoked. It's not certain, so she stays quiet. Stalls the topic of moving up. She waits an entire day for the doctor to slip her in between appointments to get an ultrasound and check. Everything looks good. Healthy. and Eddie gets on their weekly scheduled call, hears Robin and Steve laughing as they tell stories, and Eddie breaks it to them.

"What do you mean? You said you were going to move up here. I thought you said you -- Eds, what the hell? You're going to leave me alone to watch Robin's attempts at flirting? You - I thought you promised."

"Excuse you, Dingus, she needs to come up so we can watch your attempts at flirting. I'm great."

"Fun as that sounds, me and Wayne are getting out of Hawkins. Wayne has some family in West Virginia, and I can't leave him at the mercy of all those spinsters. I'll still have a phone, you know."

They move before she's showing, and Wayne never asks, and Eddie never tells, but her uncle knows who it has to be. They land in Summersville, which is a damn lie since its a blizzard when they arrive. It isn't hard to use moving as an excuse to cancel a few phone calls. Then uses a boss moving her hours working at motel as an excuse when hormones means she knows she'll start sobbing if she gets picks up the phone.

Steve gets accepted to a community college. Robin aces her exams. Eddie finds out she's having a girl. She wouldn't have spent the money to find out since it wouldn't change anything, but the planned parenthood was still worried because of the alcohol at the start.

Wayne brings it up. Eddie considers it.

Steve gets a girlfriend. Eddie stalls.

Robin calls solo because Steve is on a one month anniversary date.

Eddie abandons the idea.

She never makes a choice to hide it from anybody. It's always one moment at a time, needing to get through one more thing, one more problem, one more checkpoint, then she could say it. By the end of July it's been too long, and it would be too weird. They didn't have some great tragic romance. They were good friends who got drunk one night. And Eddie is just living up to the warnings all the guidance counselors scribbled down about her.

She's never going to be anything special. She's not going to go chase her dreams and become the Joan Jett of metal music. She's coming up on eight months pregnant, can't hide it or pretend its something it isn't. She's still loud and obnoxious. She still wears all black and chained pants and refuses to style her hair in anything more complex than a ponytail. She's still mauled by monsters and scarred.

She's never going to be marriage material, and never wanted to be anyway. She can be a good mom though. Not a normal mom. Or a traditional one. She's probably going to end up punching someone at a pta meeting. But she can be a good mom for her daughter, whoever her daughter wants to be as she grows. And if that means she has to learn about ballet and glitter and my little pony, then she will.

Steve and Robin ask about a visit before their classes start since they'll have to do calls every other week now. They offer to drive to West Virginia, or buy Eddie a bus ticket. Eddie manages to dodge that bullet.

She dodges another when she starts contractions while on the phone with them, and plays it off like she has heartburn. She cries when she holds her daughter thirty hours later, smiling broad enough that the scars on her face hurt nearly as bad as the rest of her.

She gets good at sewing together a patchwork lie. Gets Wayne to take Lulu out for a walk during calls. Swallows the guilt when Steve talks about his girlfriend, Amy, who wants to have kids. Stares down the pediatrician who raises an eyebrow at her daughter's name.

It's awful. It's wonderful. It hurts more to do it alone than Eddie could have imagined, but she still can't bring herself to say it. Not because she thinks Steve would hate her for it . He wouldn't. One look at Stephanie Luthien Munson -- Lulu -- and Steve would know. And Steve would stay. And Steve would give up his classes and his girlfriend and his hope for his perfect family. Eddie has always known she's not what anyone is looking for.

So Eddie gets good at dodging questions, and explaining away noises in the background, and finding very reasonable excuses not to come out to visit. Very good at it.

She makes it to June of 1989, when her best friends decide it's been too long, and show up for a surprise visit.

Eddie was right though. It only takes a glance at the toddler on Eddie's hip as she opens the door for both of them to know.

#Female Eddie Munson #apparently #this is neither the thing I wanted to be writing (FTB)#nor the thing I needed to be writing (Massive Spreadsheet)#so file complaints with whatever muse popped in with this infection #and if its your muse who did this to me #come collect them #I do have strong feelings about Eddie as a girl though #bc the extra layer of societal expectations she would flip off?#the layer of predatory lesbian they'd paint her with #also im pretty sure this Eddie's gender is “Why does everyone care so much?”#and her sexuality is somewhere on the ace spectrum #Accidental Pregnancy #Pregnancy

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dramioneasks · 2 months

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Hi! I read this fic a while ago but never finished it as I lost the link. Is from accidental pregnancy trope, I remember Draco being Hermione’s boss and they having sort of a friends with benefit’s relationship once she gets a new job she ends it and tries to disappear from his life, but he does not let her. Once she finds out she is pregnant she mentioned ending the pregnancy but Draco pleaded with her not to as that might be the only change for him to get a family. After a while H goes to him to let him know she is going to keep it but he thinks she ended the pregnancy as is angry and does not let her speak. I remember H giving him one of the sonogram pics. And Theo ramdonly showing up whenever she is, sort of stalking her

Is it this?

Ordinary People By: inadaze22 - M, 19 Chapters - “Let me be clear about something tonight, Granger. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted…It’s always been you.” Draco steps in the fireplace, drops the floo powder, and disappears in a burst of green flames. Being re-written.

#accidental pregnancy #co workers office partners #Theo #anonymous

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queer-obsession · 1 year

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Characters that would only have kids from unplanned pregnancies:

Kenma Kozume:

He definitely never has and never will plan for kids. It's just never something he thought about seriously and being a father was never something he had an overwhelming desire to be.

However, he's lazy. He's already running a company and streaming so other times he just wants to be lazy.

Add in the fact that I headcannon that he has a lower sex drive and is on the ace spectrum (the two are not one in the same coming from someone who's on the ace spectrum) when he's in the mood he takes advantage of it.

So if you guys are in the thick of it and the condoms are in the other room or your out he's not about to go get some or stop unless you're very insistent.

Also you definitely asked him to go buy a box of condoms on his way home and he just didn't feel like it.

Anyway, you guys go without condoms a few times cause no way your gonna get pregnant after three rounds without.

Except you do.

When you tell him man just buffers for a moment like 😐 but he probably comes around the quickest. At first he's worried because he has trouble taking care of himself but if he can manage all his work he can manage a baby...right? Your already knocked up not like he can change it.

He ends loving your kid and being a dad. You might even be able to convince him to have a second, but afterwards he's not making the same mistake again.

My man books a vasectomy after.

Shouta Aizawa:

He already deals with a bunch of kids on the daily and he's a hero. So, kids were never in the cards for him as far as he was concerned.

However, like Kenma he has a lower sex drive and is on the ace spectrum. So, sometimes he's not even aware if your out of condoms or where you guys last put them.

So if you guys are in the middle of it and can't find the condoms your both like whatever it's just once.

But in a classic fan fic moment you get knocked up from having sex once without a condom.

At first Aizawa has a moment were he's like of course this happens to me. Then he's kinda quite and contemplates how the fuck he's gonna make it work, but he gets his shit together and makes it work.

He loves being a dad and works hard to do his best.

But, he's not having another one. He loves his kid, but he definitely gets a vasectomy before their first birthday.

Shoto Todoroki:

He would never willingly continue the Todoroki bloodline.

Like the other two he's on the ace spectrum. It's not really relevant but I wanted to mention it.

However, this man loves creampies. So, if you're out of condoms he'd purposefully not buy them for a couple days.

Not like one weekend of unprotected sex is gonna get you pregnant right?

Wrong, he knocks you up.

He freaks out the most. He has daddy and mommy issues so he never had a good example. He has a pessimistic, this child is doomed mentality. He probably stays somewhere else for awhile to figure his shit out.

It takes him a while to come around and he honestly doesn't fully until your kid is born. He sees and holds your kid for the first time and just has this moment.

He loves and adores your kid and now that he has the one you could definitely get him to have more. He loves being a dad even though he never thought he would be one.

Just some thoughts that invaded me. I saw an old show, The Secret Life of the American Teenager, on Hulu. It's basically this teenager goes to band camp her summer before high school, has sex once, and gets pregnant. This got me thinking about accidental pregnancies and now we're here. I don't think these characters would ever plan to have kids and probably never had an overwhelming desire to be dads. But, they're the types to think an accidental pregnancy would never happen to them, would go without condoms, and then knock you up.

them ^

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hush-writes-preg · 5 months

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It's getting harder and harder to tie your apron in a way to hide your swelling middle.

You're nothing but a scullery maid, but your eagerness to please your new lord at your very first position had resulted in an unexpected consequence. His bold eyes had followed you since day one, and his seemingly accidental yet frequent brushes against your body had left you feeling confused. Was this normal? Why did his touch leave you feeling unnaturally warm and out of breath?

Then came that night in the master's study, where he'd backed you against a desk and claimed your mouth with whiskey-flavored lips. Oh, you knew it was wrong, but how could you tell him no when your entire existence begged for more? It was far too easy to submit to his insistent hands and moan against his mouth as he stoked the virginial fires of your passion to blazing heights. Never before had a man touched you like that, stroking and probing between your legs until you felt like you might shatter, so when he pushed your clothing aside... well, you let him.

Just like you let him plunge into you, forcing a heady cry from your lips.

Just like you naively let him spill his seed into your quivering depths, too shaken from an earth-shattering orgasm to even think about protesting.

Just like you continued to let him corner you, too eager to chase more of those feelings to even bother protesting.

But his unwaivering attentions have finally had ramifications, if what you suspect is true. And it won't be long before your employer realizes that he's left you in a delicate condition.

#hush writes preg #pregnancy kink #unbalanced power dynamic #mtf pregnancy #historical pregnancy #accidental pregnancy

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thewritingofspencerrose · 5 months

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Pierre

Pierre Gasly x OC

a.n. okay, so i usually don't have a thing for pierre but for some reason i felt inspired? probably because i was listening to the song pierre by ryn weaver. enjoy! (a heads up that the timeline for the F1 season is off, but it's for the plot, promise)

a.n. II : thoughts on a second part to this? i just wanted to get this out and feel out if there's any interest...

song lyrics are bold & italic

july 2022

liked by maeve.mcd, someone_else, and 227 others

this.is.diana took on the fourth of july, i met a man, pierre, lied about his age, but i didn't care, spoke in broken english but the heart was there a little too seriously

maeve.mcd i- di what did you do

this.is.diana *who did i do is the better question

this.is.diana and yeah i don't have an answer for that

maeve.mcd live, love, miami, florida?

f1fan pierre? miami? hmm...

"Di, it's not that bad, I pro-"

"Mae, my love, I was stupid enough to have sex with a stranger named Pierre and now I haven't had my period in 2 months," I can't help but remind, head in my hands. "And now I'm sitting here on the edge of the tub waiting for a timer to go off."

"Okay, so it is bad," She admits, leaning over from where she sits next to me, wrapping me in her arms. "But no matter the result, you have me. And your mom. And we will do everything we can to find this Pierre man on the little info you have," She assures, bringing on the tears.

"I hate you."

"I love you too," She returns, the ringer going off and ruining our moment.

"What's it say?" I can't help but ask upon hearing her silence.

"Looks like you're going to be a hot mom earlier than expected, Di."

december 2022

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this.is.diana woke up with somebody when the morning came back in july, and now i can happily announce that i am expecting a mini me in april 2023!

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maeve.mcd my gorgeous gorgeous best friend and adorable god child bump

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this.is.diana just looked at his page, thank you for the info sweetie!

f1fan anytime! hope this helps and congrats on your baby!

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So is the Life of a Pirate (1/?)

Series: One Piece

Chapter: 1/?

Word Count: 5019

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Sanji x OC (Reader)

A dalliance six years ago has a funny way of catching up to Sanji when the Straw Hats stop to restock the ship.

a/n: I'm not sure how often I'm going to update this, but I have 4-5 chapters already done, so do what you will with that information. Depends on how well this one does, I guess.

“Come on, Mama!” a little boy cried at his mother’s knee. His big, blue eyes staring up at her. His soft, round cheeks cradled in her palm. His light blonde hair falling in his face, “Please? They don’t believe me.”

“Who doesn’t believe you, Ash?” his mother asked. Cordelia was nineteen when she arrived to her island of Beniville Bay. It wasn’t an easy trip to her new home, but she wouldn’t have asked for it any other way. Getting to Beniville Bay got her the sweet little angel at her knee. But only a few years later, her son would be born. Her world would be turned upside down.

“The other boys,” Ash took Cordelia by her hand and tried to drag her off.

“Ash, I’m working,” Cordelia giggled, holding her post at the tavern, “I’d love to entertain your friends, but if I’m going to do that, you’ll have to bring them here.”

“Ok!” Ash took that as all the permission he needed. And he bolted from the tavern.

“You got your hands full with that one, Cordelia,” the owner of the tavern sat at the end of the bar, her laughter deep and hoarse.

“I know I do,” Cordelia agreed, slumping over the bar, “But he’s my handful, Nora.”

“What’s he on about anyway?” Nora wondered, “He said something about how the other boys don’t believe him.”

“It’s the same story he begs for,” Cordelia sighed out, “When I was still out there. Before I settled here.”

“And the argument could still be made you haven’t fully settled,” Nora pointed out, “You always look out to the sea.”

“Because it’s where I belong,” Cordelia confessed, “And in a perfect world, I’d go back to the sea. But I can’t. I got Ash to think about now. I can’t just take him and bring him out to sea. It’s much safer for him here.”

“I think it’s the other reason,” Nora smiled softly, “You’re waiting for him, aren’t you?”

“Him who?” Cordelia went back to wiping down the bar. The sooner she could switch her train of thought, the better.

“You know damn well who I’m talking about, girl,” Nora gave her a little nudge, “I may be getting up there in years, but I know that look when I see it. There’s someone you’re waiting for. Isn’t there? And that’s why you’re still here. In case he ever comes back.”

“Waiting is pointless,” Cordelia wrung out her rag and threw it in the bucket under the bar, “I have other priorities that definitely take precedence over that.”

“Do you remember his name?” Nora nodded to the empty barstool next to her.

“Of course, I do,” Cordelia took her seat, “It was-”

“Mama!” Ash came barreling back into the tavern with two other boys behind him, “Tell them! Tell them!”

“Ash,” Cordelia held her face in her hands, “Alright, boys. I know I’m not getting out of this one. Grab a seat. I’ll tell you.”

“Ash said you knew pirates!”

“Yeah! And that you were a pirate!”

“My dad said pirates are bad!”

“Alright, alright,” Cordelia settled them, “You wanted me to tell you my stories, didn’t you? I can’t do that if you’re still running your mouths.”

“Yes, ma’am.” All three of them were dead silent and listening intently.

“Alright,” Cordelia began, “Now, there’s something you need to understand, boys. There are bad pirates. That is one hundred percent true. Because there were some bad pirates that gave me this…”

Cordelia extended her arm and showed off a burn scar on her wrist. It was no ordinary burn scar, though. Ash put his fingers up to it, “What’s that, Mama?”

“It’s a brand, baby,” Cordelia went on, “I’m from a place called the Savinon Isles in the South Blue. They were peaceful little islands. And I loved it there. I grew up there. But when I was about sixteen, those islands were raided by pirates. They took everything they could. Berries, jewels, artifacts, map charts, anything they could get their hands on. And they even took a few of the girls from my village. Including me. And they made sure we knew who they belonged to. So, they burned that mark into my skin.”

“Did it hurt?” one of the boys asked.

“It was the worst pain I ever felt until Ash was born,” Cordelia admitted, “But I had to stay strong. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t even change my facial expression. I just had to wince through it. And it was unbearable…Maybe this isn’t a good story to be telling you three.”

“Come on, Mama!” Ash pleaded.

“We can handle it, Miss Cordelia!”

“Yeah! Honest!”

“What happened next?”

Cordelia did her best to ever forget what happened next. She pretended like it never happened. But those pirates did things that she would never fully be able to shake. But that wasn’t the end of her story. And she knew it. A little smile crept across her face, “Well, those pirates didn’t know who they picked up on the Savinon Isles. Because my home wasn’t the only one they ransacked. Whenever they’d have me on deck, I would look everywhere for any possible escape routes. Or so they thought. What I was really doing was counting the crew. There were fifteen men on that ship. And there were easily double that of the girls they took.”

“They took other girls?”

“That’s not ok.”

“You’re right,” Cordelia agreed, “It’s not. People aren’t meant to be cargo. People are meant to be people. They’re not supposed to be kept. But when they’d all go to sleep at night, the other girls and I would talk. And when we’d talk, we were planning our escape. But it wasn’t enough for us to escape. They would pay for their crimes. And because it’s not like the Marines were going to do anything for us, we had to take those matters into our own hands. They thought they had us completely broken of our spirits. And they almost did have a few of them. But their captain…I had a personal vendetta against him.”

“What’s a vendetta, Mama?” Ash cocked his head.

“It means he and I had problems,” Cordelia explained, “And that the only way they’d be solved was violence, bloodshed. Trust me, Ash. He definitely got everything he had coming his way. But because he thought he had me broken, I didn’t get shackled anymore. So, I let that go on for a couple nights. Just so I could somewhat earn his trust. But then…Then, I lost his trust. And for a good reason.”

“What’d you do?”

“I radicalized those girls,” Cordelia jumped down from her barstool, “I took one of the crewmen’s swords and one of their guns. I tiptoed into the captain’s cabin while he was sleeping. I patted him down for any weapons he might have had on him and made sure I took any of the others away. And I put that gun to his forehead and cocked it. I was ready to pull the trigger and end him right then and there, but we were miles out in the ocean. We needed to get to shore. When he woke up and realized the predicament he was in and that all the other girls were in on it, too, he called the crew on deck. And I ran that ship all the way to shore.”

“And what about the captain? What’d you do to him?”

“What any good person would’ve done,” Cordelia shrugged, “I let him go.”

“WHAT?!”

“Mama,” Ash gasped, “After everything he did, after how much he hurt you, you just let him go?”

“I’m no killer, Ash,” Cordelia assured him, “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pull the trigger. But he didn’t know that. What I could do, though, was that the second I heard one of the girls call land, I had the original crew of the ship lined up at the plank and I watched each and every one of them jump into the water. I’m not sure how many survived after that, but I know the captain sunk all the way to the bottom. I made sure of that. He had rocks in his pockets. There’s no telling how many the sea claimed that night. But the girls and I…Oh, did we celebrate that night. And into the morning. And into the next night. And we were all miserable for a week after that. We docked and restocked the ship before they were all reunited with their families.”

“But what about you, Mama? Did you go home, too?”

Cordelia could feel a blow to the heart she didn’t need. But she still pushed forward, “I didn’t have a home to go back to. When my village was ransacked, they left it in flames. So, I was on my own. Those girls were the only family I had left. But I was alright. My notoriety for taking on an entire pirate crew didn’t go unnoticed. I even got stopped by a Marine vessel.”

“The Marines stopped you?!”

“That’s right,” Cordelia nodded, “The Marines stopped me. Because I didn’t change my jolly roger. I needed other pirates to know my ship wasn’t to be messed with. Because seeing his flags…Then, only seeing me on board…That sent a message. And even the Marines realized that. They boarded and searched what was now my ship because they didn’t believe me when I said I was the only one on it. They told me the former captain had a bounty on his head. I told them his head was at the bottom of the ocean for trafficking. They told me it wasn’t my place to give his execution and I should’ve just collected the bounty. But then, I showed them my brand. And I looked that Marine captain in the eye and told him it was entirely my place to be his judge, jury, and executioner. They left me alone after that. And left me ten million berries for my efforts. Ten million measly berries for my efforts.”

“Ten million berries can get a girl pretty far on the open sea,” Nora chimed in.

“And it did,” Cordelia sat back down, “That’s when I ended up here. I made myself comfortable, kept food in my belly and a roof over my head. And I didn’t trust a pirate after that.”

“But Mama,” Ash flopped over, “You always said we could trust pirates.”

“We can,” Cordelia nodded, “I didn’t say the story was over, did I?”

“You didn’t…”

“There are definitely bad pirates, boys,” Cordelia confirmed, a smile on her face, “That much is true. But where there are bad pirates, there are also good ones. There are very good pirates in this world. And I think I knew the best of the best.”

“What were they called, Miss Cordelia?”

Cordelia couldn’t help it. Her heart turned into a puddle. Because only one pirate crew came to mind, “The Straw Hat Pirates. And I knew all of them. Although, there were only five when we met.”

“Who were they?”

“Well,” Cordelia laughed to herself, “They were…All something. They all had their own things going on. There was Zoro, their swordsman. He was lucky if he could find his shoes. But he’d probably get lost finding his way back. I could’ve given him a compass and a map and he wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom ten feet away. I also wouldn’t trust him with a bottle of sake. It’d be gone by morning. And yet, you could throw a coconut in the air in one piece and by the time it was down on the ground, it’d be cut in eighths. You don’t take Zoro’s swords away from him. He won’t hesitate to run someone through if they deserve it. And there was Usopp. I have yet to meet someone who’s a better shot than Usopp. You want someone who could tell a story? Have Usopp tell you a story. Because you won’t get a better one. And there was Nami, their navigator. I told her about what happened to me on my old ship. And she told me what happened to her with the last pirate crew she was part of. We bonded that night. But the girl had money on her mind. And I can’t blame her. And then…Then, there was their captain.”

“Was he like the other captain?” Ash worried, cuddling closer to his mother’s side.

“Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart,” Cordelia could hardly hold herself together, stifling her laughter, “The Straw Hat captain couldn’t have been further from that. I remember their captain. He was the worst of all of them. In fact…Hold on.”

Cordelia went over to the bulletin board they kept in the tavern. Wanted posters covered it like wallpaper. Every so often, a bounty hunter would come in and take one, but she knew there had to be one on there. The one wanted poster she was looking for. Nora glanced over her shoulder, “Who are you looking for, Cordelia?”

“Hang on…” Cordelia kept scanning them. Only to find an all too familiar grin sticking out from under one of them. And she grabbed that wanted poster. And she slapped it on a nearby table, “I knew I’d find him up there. That’s him. Monkey D. Luffy. I can still hear him introduce himself in my head. That’s something you can never shake. My name is Monkey D. Luffy and I’m going to be king of the pirates! And you know what, boys? I think he will one day.”

“What makes you say that, Miss Cordelia?”

“Because,” Cordelia took the wanted poster back and rehung it, “He ate all his vegetables.”

“Really?”

“God no,” Cordelia laughed, “I’ve never met someone more carnivorous in my life. Luffy wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless someone hurt one of his friends. That’s when things would get messy. Then again, I’ve heard stories about Luffy through the grapevine. He’d overthrow entire governments if he’s not kept in check. And with the rest of his crew, it’d be a disaster. But he had a good heart. There’s no doubting that. That’s what made him one of the good pirates.”

“Who’s the other one?” Ash asked.

“What?” Cordelia looked at him strangely, “What do you mean, the other one? I told you about the whole crew.”

“No, you didn’t,” he shook his head, “You said there were five. You talked about Zoro, then Usopp, then Nami, then Luffy. That’s four, Mama. What about the other one?”

“Oh,” Cordelia let out a little sigh as memories of her encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates flooded her thoughts, “That other one. Their cook…Their cook was…special.”

“What was his name?” Ash’s eyes only got bigger. And in those eyes, Cordelia saw…everything.

“Alright, boys,” Cordelia shook it off, “You’ve heard enough. I’m sure your mothers are looking for you. And I’m not going to have it be my responsibility when they find you in a place like this. Ash has an excuse, but you two don’t.”

“Aww…”

“Bye, Miss Cordelia!” And just like that, the boys took off.

“Mama?” Ash knew there was something not right with her. All they had in life was each other. The slightest change in Cordelia’s demeanor wouldn’t go unnoticed, “Why wouldn’t you tell us about the other pirate?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ash,” Cordelia brushed him off, “Go in the back and wash up. I’ll get dinner going for the three of us.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you, Cordelia,” Nora awed, “Thank you.”

“Sure,” Cordelia needed to get her head back on right. And she could always find her peace in a kitchen.

But once Ash was in the back, Nora stopped Cordelia from putting her apron on, “You know you’re going to have to tell him some day.”

And with those few words, Cordelia’s heart sank to the floor, “I know. But it’s not going to be easy, Nora.”

“I know,” Nora took her hand, “But it’s better than lying to the boy. One day, he’s going to look at the wanted posters and he’s going to see a familiar face.”

“I don’t want to talk about it now,” Cordelia snapped a bit, “And we’re not going to talk about it now. We’ll just…Let this go. Just for now.”

“Alright,” Nora dropped it, “But Cordelia…I remember when those Straw Hat Pirates came to town. They came through this very tavern.”

“I know,” Cordelia felt the heat rising in her cheeks, “How else would I have met them? I’m just glad Luffy didn’t eat us out of house and home. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make dinner and then, I’m going to take my son home and tuck him into bed.”

“Fine by me.”

Dinner was quiet. Dinner was a little uncomfortable. Every time Cordelia looked over at Ash, she could feel another crack splintering off in her heart. And how the inevitability would soon be upon her. As much as it’d pain her. But once the plates were cleared and cleaned, Cordelia brought Ash back to their cozy, two bedroom house just off the square.

The moment his head hit the pillows, Ash was sleeping like a baby. However, sleep wouldn’t come as easily for his mother. Cordelia watched out the window, her stomach in knots and her heart in dire straits. It wasn’t until she closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep that the ache would stop.

The next morning, Cordelia was awake bright and early. And Ash still slept. She refused to leave him home by himself. That meant him being lonely. Cordelia had to go to the market for Nora, so she only had one option. Carefully, she slipped into Ash’s bedroom and she put a hand on his shoulder.

“Ash…” Cordelia nudged him, “Asher Grey…You need to wake up, baby. We have places to be.”

Those big, beautiful eyes slowly opened, sparkling in the morning sun, “Where do we have to go, Mama?”

“We need to go take care of some errands in town for Ms. Nora,” Cordelia helped him out of bed, “Why don’t we get you clean and dressed, ok?”

“Ok,” Ash fell into his mother’s shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. But he knew better. Slowly, but surely, he pulled himself together and grabbed some clothes out of the trunk at the foot of his bed, “Are these ok, Mama?”

“They’re just fine with me,” Cordelia allowed, “I’m going to go run the water.”

“Ok.”

As Cordelia got Ash all cleaned up (and then, herself), he took her hand and the two went to the market. All the fresh produce sat nicely in their individual stalls, bright and beautiful. It wasn’t going to be much. Only a few vegetables and some eggs for the tavern. Nora had her meat supplier coming later that afternoon, so it wasn’t like Cordelia needed to pick that up. However, there was something bright orange that caught Cordelia’s attention. But it couldn’t have been, she thought to herself.

Until that bright orange turned her direction, the face of a young woman revealing itself. And the woman’s eyes grew as they met hers, “Cordelia?”

“Mama,” Ash looked up at her in confusion, “Who’s that?”

“No way,” Cordelia gasped, “Nami!”

“It is you!” the woman’s arms ended up around Cordelia’s shoulders, “It’s been so long!”

“It’s been too long!” Cordelia swallowed the tears bubbling up in her throat. Because she knew what she’d have to do next.

“Wait,” Ash looked up at his mother, then back at the woman in front of them, “Is she that Nami?”

“She is,” Cordelia nodded.

“Hi there,” Nami cracked a smile, not sure how to act around a four year old. She got down to his level, “I’m Nami. What’s your name?”

“Ash,” he played a little shy, hiding around Cordelia’s leg.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ash,” Nami got back up, “So, what’s his story? Keeping an eye on one of the neighbor kids, Cordelia?”

“Well,” Cordelia bit her lip, “Not quite. Could we find somewhere to go talk?”

“Sure,” Nami agreed, “But I’m kind of a mission right now.”

And that got Ash’s attention, “Wow! You mean, you’re on a real pirate mission right now?”

“It’s not that exciting, kid,” Nami giggled, “Just doing some shopping for the cook on my ship.”

“So…” Cordelia’s heart sunk, “You’re saying the whole crew’s here?”

“Mmhm,” Nami nodded, “In fact, when we needed to restock, I brought us here.”

“Wonderful,” Cordelia winced, “Great.”

“Are you sure about that?” Nami wondered, “Because you might want to tell the rest of your face that.”

“Again,” Cordelia reiterated, “It’s been a while since we last saw each other, Nami. Come on. Let’s go talk. I’m sure the produce can wait.”

And so, Cordelia and Ash took Nami to the square. Somewhere bright and open where Ash could run around with his friends and where Cordelia and Nami could catch up on things. The square of the village was always bustling with life. Plenty of kids for Ash to play with, young couples on the cusp of falling in love. It was a beautiful place. And it had been a beautiful place since Cordelia first arrived.

“So,” Nami looked over at the sweet, little boy she ran into at the market, “Ash is your son?”

“Yes, he is,” Cordelia confirmed, “I know. Hard to believe. But that’s my baby. I swear, he turned my life around.”

“I’m sure,” Nami gasped, “That’s bound to happen when you have a freakin’ baby! Why didn’t you tell us?”

“That’s where it gets a little tricky,” Cordelia gnawed on the inside of her cheek, “Because it’s just Ash and me.”

“What about his dad?” Nami wondered, “Or is that a touchy subject?”

“It’s funny,” Cordelia twiddled her thumbs, “Nami, how old would you figure Ash is?”

“I don’t know,” Nami looked him over, “Probably…Four? Five?”

“He’s almost five,” Cordelia told her, “And how long would you say it’s been since we last saw each other?”

“It’s definitely been a few years,” Nami started doing the math in her head.

“Would you say about six?”

“Actually,” Nami thought back, “Yeah! Probably about six. Give or take a few months.”

“And with that in mind,” Cordelia nudged her along, “What happened the last time you guys rolled through here?”

“Well,” Nami giggled, “You were working at that tavern.”

“Still am.”

“And when we walked in,” she went on, “I remember Luffy practically licking the inside of your fridge clean.”

“He came damn close,” Cordelia laughed, “Yeah. And what else?”

“Zoro passed out on the floor,” Nami added, “And I had to be the one to carry him because Sanji was nowhere to be found. You know, Cordelia, come to think of it, you weren’t either.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia’s face settled into a soft smile, “Yeah…I wasn’t. And neither was he.”

“Oh, Cordelia,” Nami awed with sheer disgust on her face, “Tell me you didn’t…Tell me you didn’t run off with Sanji. Tell me you didn’t fall for his garbage.”

“Hey,” Cordelia defended, “It’s not all garbage. I fell for his garbage in the way you feel bad for a puppy left in the rain.”

“And you still wake up in the morning with fleas in your bed and pee in your slippers,” Nami argued, “Come on. You deserve better than that.”

“Well,” Cordelia glanced out at the square at the sweet little boy she loved more than anything in the world, “After you guys left, I met a man. Tall, good looking, strong…When he found out I was pregnant, he was over the moon. He couldn’t wait to be a dad. But then, my first year with Ash went by and…He took off. Because Ash didn’t look much like me. And he didn’t look a thing like him. So, he knew Ash wasn’t his son. And it’s been Ash and me ever since.”

“I’m so sorry, Cordelia,” Nami took her hand, “What happened then?”

“I know Ash was way too young to remember this,” Cordelia smiled, “But I needed to clear my head and what better way than taking some time out at sea?”

“You took your one year old out on the boat?” Nami gasped, “That’s pretty ballsy.”

“And it was a hell of a time. He learned to walk on the deck before he learned to walk on land. And when he finally walked on land for the first time, it was like he never learned to walk at all.”

“He learned on his sea legs,” Nami teased, “But he seems to be doing alright now.”

“We both are,” Cordelia confirmed, “But you guys being here…That could very well be a disaster. For everyone involved.”

“Why?”

“Hey, Ash!” Cordelia called out to him, “Come here!”

Ash ran right up to his mother’s knee, “Yeah, Mama?”

“Oh, nothing,” Cordelia pushed his hair out of his face, leaving Nami a bit speechless, “Just making sure you’re doing alright. We might need to be getting home soon, sweetheart. I have no doubt we’re going to have company tonight.”

“We’re having company?” Ash wondered, “Who’s coming over?”

“Well, Ash,” Cordelia sat him on her lap, shooting a quick glance at Nami, “How would you feel about having a house full of pirates for dinner?”

“Really?!” Ash squealed, “You mean it, Mama?”

“I’m sure Nami could talk her captain into it,” Cordelia hoped, “Right, Nami?”

“Anywhere that promises to feed our captain,” Nami sighed out, “You know he won’t be able to say no.”

“Yay!” Ash bounced down from Cordelia’s knees, “Our house is going to be full of pirates!”

“Cordelia,” Nami kept her voice down, “You do realize what this means, right? If I tell everyone we’re coming to your house for dinner…”

“Do not tell them you’re coming to my house,” Cordelia demanded, “Please, Nami. I already know this is going to be a hard pill to swallow, but don’t tell them it’s my house. And don’t tell anyone about Ash.”

“I won’t,” Nami swore, “Not a peep. But I will gladly tell the boys to come by your house.”

“Thank you.”

And just before they parted ways, Nami looked back at Ash. Then, back to his mother, “Hey, Cordelia?”

“Hmm?” Cordelia grabbed her bags.

“Is it me,” Nami wondered, “or does Ash’s eyebrow kind of…Curl up a little?”

“On his left one?” Cordelia flagged him down, “Yeah. It does. You’re not wrong.”

“It’s weird,” Nami grabbed her own bags, “Because I know someone else who’s got the same thing.”

“I know you do,” Cordelia bit the inside of her cheek, “It was great seeing you again, Nami.”

“See you later.”

And just like that, Cordelia grabbed Ash while Nami headed back to the ship. Although, the walk back was interesting. While Ash rattled on about how excited he was to meet the same pirates his mama knew all those years ago, Cordelia had too much on her mind to even let it process. He’s going to freak. He’s going to get one eye on Ash and he’s going to freak. I don’t think either one of us is going to be able to handle that. But I’ve taken care of Ash on my own for the last four years. I don’t see why I couldn’t keep doing that. What am I thinking? We’ll be fine. No expectations.

“Mama?” Ash grabbed the door for her, “Are we really going to have a house full of pirates?”

“That’s right, baby,” Cordelia dropped her fresh produce in the sink, “We’re going to have a house full of pirates.”

“I can’t wait to tell the others,” Ash bounced on his chair at the kitchen table, “They’re going to be so jealous!”

“Yep,” Cordelia sighed out. I’m sure there were a lot of women here that would’ve been jealous of me if they saw who I was with that night, “Are you going to help me cook or are you going to just sit there?”

“What do you need me to do?”

For the rest of the afternoon, Cordelia and Ash were peeling, sauteing, boiling, and slow roasting. All within reason, of course. Cordelia wasn’t going to let the baby near the heat. He didn’t need to burn himself. In her heart, Cordelia wanted nothing more than to be petty. Granted, she always told herself since she was pregnant with Ash. She didn’t need anyone else. It’d be herself and Ash. And that’s the way it would stay. But she looked at her spices. And there sat the sealed bottle of oregano. A part of her wanted to break its seal, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

But then, night fell over Beniville Bay. And Cordelia could hear the hustle and bustle outside start to dim down. Until it got to be the ruckus on her front porch. She could hear assorted chatter floating in through her open kitchen window wondering where they were, whose house Nami was taking everyone to for the evening, what was going on. Along with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. And it made her smile. It had been so long since Cordelia had seen her favorite group of miscreants. But she knew it may not go well. And she had braced herself for that.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Ash,” Cordelia caught her baby’s attention while he sat at the kitchen counter, “You ready? We’re about to be taken on by a bunch of pirates.”

“I’m ready, Mama!” Ash could hardly contain himself. He hadn’t been able to sit still since he met Nami that morning. He couldn’t wait to have his house full of pirates.

“Alright,” Cordelia wiped her hands off on one of her tea towels and went to the door, “I want you to behave yourself tonight, Asher.”

“I will,” Ash promised, sticking his pinky out to his mother.

“Thank you,” Cordelia kissed the top of his head, “Because I’m about to have enough babies in the house tonight.”

Well…Here goes nothing.

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When Your Heart Feel Heavy You Drink (Eddie Munson, Ft Steve Harrington)

Content Warnings: Accidental Pregnancy, Implied Plans For Abortion, Explicit Language, Alcohol Use, Drunken Behaviour, Smutty-ish Content But Not Extensive There Would Be More Heavy Smut If I End Up Doing A Second Part. Implications Of Reputation/Bullying. Use Of Nickname "Bunny" Both Derogatorily And Affectionately. Not Beta/Proof Read. AFAB Reader Word Count: 8k+A/N: So, a few things. One, I started writing this at 1am on a random Wednesday because I had a half asleep thought and then could not let it go. Two, I have said, time and time again, there are few tropes I hate more than accidental pregnancy. Now take that as a personal preference issue, take that as an embodiment of my fear of pregnancy, the fact I do not want children and my raging asexuality. Three, I had no idea this was going to be as much as it was when I started writing it. And I had no idea where it was going to go either. I knew I wanted it to be Eddie based, but I also knew it might end up being Harrington in the end, maybe even some Steddie content, I really didn’t have a clue, so I just let it write itself. And I might continue to write it, fuck knows. Do I think this is my best work? No. Not remotely. But I wrote it, and I wrote a lot of it, and tbh I’ve written a lot worse and thought fuck it, it exists, might aswell put it out there, so both you’re welcome and I am sorry. But also I am not sorry.

Now

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

No string of curse words was going to change the two red lines on the stick you held between your hands. No amount of praying, of cursing, of wishing. No amount of screwing your eyes closed and counting to ten and opening them again was going to change the result.

The tiny little rest glares up at you, illuminated by the shitty white lighting of the convenience stores public bathroom, and it feels like the biggest taunt you’ve ever experienced. You wonder to yourself if you could drown yourself in the dripping water of the sink you are resting your head against. You doubt it and with a deep inhale you pull yourself up off the floor.

“Right,” you tell yourself. “Not ideal, but we can fix this, we can fix this and we can forget about it, and we can focus on college applications.”

You tell yourself over and over you can do that, you can focus on tomorrow like you’re not spinning. You can think about school and college and work like your heart isn’t threatening to stop in your chest.

Like you’re not pregnant.

Your watch beeps and your hairs stand on end. Four o’clock. It’s Saturday, and it’s four o’clock. Shit, you’re about to be late for your shift at Family Video. Your whole body feels cold. You cannot go to work today. You can’t. Not with everything going on. Not there. Not if there is even the smallest chance you’ll see him.

“Keith is going to kill me,” you whisper to yourself, as you make a beeline for the payphone. You twist the metal chord around and around as it rings out, praying to the wide open that anyone else picks up the phone.

“Family Video,” comes Robin’s voice and you’ve never been so glad to hear it, “what can I do for you?”

“Buckley,” you say but your voice barely makes it out.

“Bunny?” is her reply. You groan, that nickname has followed you like the plague and Robin had never used it, until now. “Shit,” she whispers, realising her slip up, “sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you tell her, it’s not, but you’d forgive her a whole manner of sins if she doesn’t make you feel even worse for what you’re about to tell her. “Robin I cannot make my shift.”

“It’s Saturday,” Robin whines.

“I know,” you tell her, “I know, and I am sorry, and you know I wouldn’t leave you hanging if I didn’t have a really good reason.”

“What is it?” she asks. Notoriously nosy and yet it never stops surprising you how shamelessly Robin will demand answers for anything. It is as if the girl has never had to keep a secret in her life, as if she has never had a single thing she wanted to keep to herself.

“I’ve been throwing up for the last three hours and I hoped it was going to pass, I thought, hey maybe if I get it all out my system I can get to work, but between heaving up my insides and trying to force water down my throat I didn’t realise how much time passed, and I know that’s a shit excuse for giving you so little warning, but as it turns out, this might be a little more than a bad reaction to my mothers quiche,” you lean into it now, knowing how Robin feels about germs, “and unless you want to share whatever it is making me want to tear my intestines from my body-,”

“You’re good, stay home,” Robin says, “can you at least call Harrington and have him cover?”

“He is your best friend, you call him,” you say, a little too harshly, so with a wince you add, “it took all the energy I have making this call.”

“Sure, sure,” she says, and you don’t have to see her to know she is waving a hand in the air to usher your words away from her. “Whatever, just… stop being sick or something.”

“I’ll try,” you say before hanging up. Every muscle in your body hurts, you want nothing more than to sink onto the floor of this dirty payphone box and let the ground swallow you. But you can’t, because that gets you nowhere, and you’ve got places to be.

You give the door of the box a small kick before pushing it open, and staring down the road, it’ll take you about twenty minutes from here to walk to where you need to go next. Your brain is screaming at you, desperate for you to think of another option, a better option, any other option. Because there is only once place you’d not rather be than where you’re headed. One person you’d not prefer to see right now, in this moment, than who you’re walking to. But you’ve got no other choice and for every reason you want to stay the fuck away from him until you figure everything out, until everything is fixed, you can think of sixteen other reasons to go to him instead. So you do, one slow, dragging step at a time, knowing that at this pace it might take more like forty minutes to get there, but before you’ve managed to talk yourself out of the idea entirely, and before you can think of any other option you can see the benches where Gareth is stood, telling a story with his arms spread wide, and Wheeler is looking at him so intently you wonder if his eyes might pop from their sockets. Dustin is pacing, trying to figure something out, and Lucas watches sat between Gavin and Jeff, no doubt wondering why he agreed to be here on this slightly too warm June Saturday. In the middle of them all, with his legs crossed, centre of the picnic table, lazy smile on his face with a cigarette stuck between his lips, still unlit, the person you really don’t want to face right now, the person you want to run from as fast as your legs might carry you. Eddie Munson, you looks up, and in seeing you, jumps to his feet, smile turning into a wicked grin as he thrusts his arms open wide and does a theatrical bow at your approach. Eddie Munson, your best friend and favourite person in the whole wide world.

“Malady,” he calls to you, “I did not believe you would be gracing us with your presence today, thought you had to earn that money, what was it you said, the honest way.”

His jovial tone, his welcoming smile, the way he lights up when he sees you is enough to make you break. You hold yourself close, arms wrapped around your torso, as if you could stop yourself bursting at the seams if you just kept holding on tight enough. You cannot cry, you tell yourself, you will not cry.

“Princess?” Eddie asks, seeing your face, searching for a smile that he cannot find. “You okay?”

“Can I borrow your van?” you ask. This gets everyone’s attention and Eddie knows without asking by the way you look at the ground, focused intently on a rock you’re pushing between your feet, that attention is the last thing you need right now.

“Scram rugrats,” Eddie says.

“But,” Dustin starts.

Eddie just holds up a hand to silence any disagreements. “Scram.” He approaches you, slower than normal as the others start to disperse. He reaches you and he moves to place a hand on your arm, and you let him, his rings cold against your skin but you barely even register the touch. You feel so unreal, the gravity of everything suspended above you, threatening to crush you at any moment. He waits until everyone is gone, and waits a little longer before trying again. “Hey, what happened?” he asks.

“Can I borrow your van?” you ask again. Not to avoid the question, but in an eagerness to get everything moving, keep everything moving, God you need everything to keep moving because if you stop, you will fall and you doubt you have the strength to get back up again.

“Sweetheart, you cannot drive my van,” he reminds you. You nod, realising you really haven’t thought any of this through.

“Okay, can I borrow you and your van?” you ask, your voice cracking now, every other syllable seeming jaded and stifled as it comes out. Eddie’s concerned look only grows.

“I am going to need you to tell me what has happened,” he says slowly.

“Eddie,” you try, “please, can you just…” you inhale, a deep shaky breath. “I need to get to Pennsylvania.”

Eddie laughs, part of him knows he shouldn’t but the ridiculousness of you stood in front of him, in the afternoon of a Saturday in blue jeans and a tee-shirt he knows you well enough to know is a pyjama top, asking him if he can take you to Pennsylvania is just too much for him not to laugh. “Got a sudden killer urge to see the Liberty Bell?” he jokes.

“Eddie I… I really can’t have you asking questions right now,” you admit, “can you take me, or am I looking at buses?”

“Wait, you’re really serious,” he says, looking you up and down, trying to decipher why in the name of all things, would you be so serious about this.

“As a heart attack,” you say. Or an accidental pregnancy, you think to yourself.

“That’s like… an eight hour drive,” he says.

“Is that a no?” you ask, and there it is again, the pain in your voice, the threat of bursting into tears right here and not knowing if you can stop. Eddie cannot bear it, the sight of you so empty, so broken.

“No,” he says, “I’ll take you-,”

“Great,” you don’t let him finish, “where did you park?”

“Right now?” he asks. You nod and gesture around as if to enforce your question. “I parked by Family Video.”

“Oh,” you say, “well I can’t go there.”

“Because you’re skipping your shift,” Eddie says, his studying you feels so invasive all of a sudden, like he can see right through you. He can’t, and he has never wanted more to be able to. Everything about you right now seems so far from normal. He wants more than anything to know what has happened, what is happening right now, why you’re suddenly a million miles from your body and you are asking the strangest things of him. He would’ve been less surprised if you had walked up to him and told him between him dropping you home last night and now, you’d gotten hitched to a member of New Kids On The Block. He just wants to know, so he knows how to fix it, how to help.

You can see that on his face. “I told Robin I was sick, and that’s not a lie,” you say, “I spent enough hours today chucking up yesterdays diner food that I don’t think I could look at a burger right now without wanting to hurl, so no, I cannot be around Family Video,” you say, but that’s not all of it. But you don’t have the energy or the ability right now to explain that to him. “So if you want to help Eddie, please go get the van and come get me.”

“So we can drive to Pennsylvania for a reason you haven’t told me?” he asks. You nod. “And we need to leave, right now?” You nod again. He nods slowly, pulling his keys from his pocket and swinging them between his fingers by the keychain. “Okay,” he says after a moment. “I’ll be fifteen minutes, tops.”

Waiting for Eddie could have been forever but it could have been a blink of your eyes, you're not sure because you're reeling. To find this out, to consider what this means and then try and get out of state the same day is what some might call impulsive choice making. But it doesn't really feel like you've got options. Not like this. Not now. There are so many conversations you'd have to have that your head starts to ache so much at the thought of it all that your vision blurs. You're not even sure what you're going to tell Eddie, and Eddie knows you better than anyone, Eddie has always known all your secrets, all except one.

You’re sat on the curb when Eddie pulls up, the van making all kinds of noises you’d usually be worried about, the type of sounds you’d start hammering into Eddie he needs to have checked out. But you don’t have it in you to be worried about that right now. That doesn’t matter right now. Just getting the fuck out of Indiana is a start.

You open the passenger side and slip in, you hadn’t noticed how long Eddie had been gone, but he must’ve been gone longer than fifteen minutes, because from the bag you can see peeping out from behind Eddie’s driving seat, he had a chance to swing home and grab a few things. You recognise your backpack you left at his for the nights you both drink far too much and cannot get home. The backpack with all the supplies you need to look like a functioning human the next day, anything emergency you might need. You give him the softest look you can muster, and he nods, the silent thank you acknowledged and immediately put aside. There were some things in your friendship with Eddie that never needed to be said, and this was one of them.

He lets you start the drive in relative silence, you reach to turn on the cassette player and before you can fill the quiet with heavy metal, Eddie’s hand rests on top of yours, pausing you, a gentle quiet gesture, trying not to push too far. But he needs something, he isn’t asking for all the answers right now, he doesn’t need them right now, a lot of it can wait, he can tell you need it to wait. But he needs something. “One thing, one answer and then you can blare Judas Priest all you want,” he says, not taking his eyes off the road, but you feel his gaze as if it were on you. “Just… why Pennsylvania, that’s all I am asking right now.”

It's a fair question, you know it is. You’re getting him to drive you eight hours across States and you’ve not given him the smallest inkling as to why. You shuffle in your seat, feeling the belt across you like a noose tightening. You wanted to run from Eddie because you’ve never been able to keep things from him, he knew all your secrets, except one. He recognises every single tell, he knows you, he has always known you and he can smell a lie from your lips before it makes it there, and you knew this would be no different. But you just need a few more hours where this is yours, and you can put things into order, find the right way to explain yourself, to explain it… to explain everything. Because you know you cannot just tell him you’re pregnant, you have to tell him… everything, and you know he will have questions and you’re not sure how to answer them yet. So you rake in a breath and bite the inside of your cheek. “Pennsylvania feels far enough away that no one will know who I am, and no one will care to remember,” you say, eyes on the road.

You know he was looking for more, but he doesn’t ask for it. You know he will, but not yet. He let’s your hand go and presses the play on the cassette tape. Breaking The Law starts up, part way through the first verse and you sink back further into your seat, hoping you might just let it swallow you, but you know it won’t. You’re stuck in the long haul now.

The Night Of The Party

You weren’t sure of the dress. You stared at it for what felt like hours in the mirror. This was a party you were going to, and you had an idea about what that means you should wear. But the dress felt too different, it was something your mother had bought you, thinking you were someone else, she had a habit of doing that.

You wanted to slip into black jeans, you wanted to back out, but you'd convinced Eddie, you'd finally, really convinced Eddie and you weren't going to ruin that for yourself. Eddie leant around the doorframe, dressed in usual attire, a band tee shirt with a few holes in it, he'd claim aesthetic choice if asked but you know he has more often than not caught that fabric jumping fences. But he looked good, he always does. He smiled at you.

"You look..."

"Different?" You offered.

"You look like her," he said. You frowned, not sure what he meant until he raised two fingers behind his head to mock up bunny ears.

"Shut up Munson," you said, flipping him off. He meant no harm by it, and you took no offence from it, because it's him.

"Nah, see, there, just like that, you're back to being my girl again," he said, opening the door for you, "no floppy ears in sight."

"And you as always look like my misfit, I am glad you're not wearing the hellfire shirt."

"Are you? I can change."

"Don't you dare."

In moments like this Eddie felt like some wonderful dream, this figment of your imagination you’d conjured up to keep you from being lonely, but you doubted your mind could ever contrive something quite as wonderful as Munson. He stuck his tongue out at you and you flipped him off in return. At times like these Eddie felt like something you could keep, something that was truly yours, and yours alone. You had to share Eddie with school and work and life and the boys, but you never felt lost to those things. Like above anything else he was your Eddie. Your best friend. Your partner in crime.

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,” he said, ruffling out some of his curls with a shake of his head. You giggled.

“You’re like a poodle,” you had teased him.

“Calling me a dog sweetheart?” he’d asked, and leant over you, tongue lolling out. You’d laughed and shoved him back, palm to his face.

“Down boy,” you’d mocked. His laughter had carried you both out to the van and all the way to the house party.

The porch felt like the final and biggest hurdle, neither of you were exactly popular at school and this was akin to walking into a shark tank. Eddie asked you again why it was you wanted to even go. You shrugged. "Feels like a necessary experience," you stated.

"I think making out under the bleachers might be a necessary experience too," he teased, "need my help with that one?"

"If I need any help making out, I will let you know," you retorted before pushing open the unlocked door.

The party was the type of loud where you had no room for thinking, the music turned up so you can barely make conversation, the real sounds that compete with the speakers are the cheers and chants of those observing and partaking in the drinking games. The occasional less than sober giggle of those heading up to empty bedrooms.

"We can head home right now," Eddie whispered, offering you the out, sensing just how overwhelmed you could become. You shook your head. "We can have some drinks at the trailer, watch a movie, we do not have to put up with this, just say the word."

"I'd like to stay," you told him, and you'd regret those words before the hour was even up.

You'd gotten lost in the people at some point, a few drinks in, talking to Robin and Eddie had disappeared into the mass. You'd gotten a reassuring squeeze on the arm as you tried to wade through the crowds to find him. You didn't like the party. It wasn't for you, you knew it, he knew it, and he had been right. Eddie often was. You were ready to find him, take his hand and pull him out of his unimaginable hell and start a sobering walk home.

But when your eyes had finally landed on Eddie, he didn't look at all like he was suffering. He was smiling, leant one hand against the wall as he talked to some girl in a tennis skirt and even over the music and the crowd and the mess of it all, you could hear her laugh from a room away. All flirty and wanting.

And just like that, your stomach was being ripped out and you forgot how to breathe. Eddie wasn’t just yours, he wasn’t this magical creature that only you could see, he wasn’t something you get to keep to yourself forever, and you knew that. You were around Hellfire enough to know that, but it was different then, with the guys, you never felt like this. Something about some pretty girl with her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt as Eddie talked made you want to drown yourself in the punch.

So you had.

You had a drink, and then another, and then another, and somewhere between your empty bottle of vodka and the pile of red cups you lost count of just how much you were drinking.

Each drink made you more drunk, and the more drunk you became the less the feeling in your stomach of seeing Eddie with that girl was noticeable, so you got drunk. You got so very drunk.

Now

You hadn’t been asleep exactly, but you’d been clocked out and you weren’t sure for how long. The sky was darker now, the sun setting and the road lights starting to turn on. Eddie had changed the cassette over and is tapping his fingers on the wheel, not impatient or anxious, just absent of mind. You sit up straighter and he throws you a glance. “Back with me sweetheart?” he asks.

“Somewhat,” you say. Your voice is grouchy, and Eddie would think you’d woken from a slumber if he hadn’t spent every passing minute with you. “I guess.”

“You ready to talk about it?” he asks.

“No,” you admit, not holding back your discomfort as you try to roll the ache from your shoulders, but it’s not the drive and long time seated that is making your body ache, it’s the gnawing dread. “But I will.”

“I don’t mean to push,” Eddie says, and you don’t recognise the tone in his voice, it’s laced with something you don’t remember ever hearing from his mouth. Which is an admittedly strange experience given how long you’ve known Eddie, all of your life that mattered. But that thought brings clarity, this is probably exactly how he feels about your behaviour, how strange and alien it is to look at someone you know better than yourself and not recognise a thing they’re doing.

You sigh. “I couldn’t be in Indiana anymore,” you say.

“I got that part,” Eddie admits, and the chuckle is almost sad.

“I… I am sorry,” you say. You are. You’re sorry you’ve had to drag him into this. You had wanted another option, you’d wanted nearly any other option. But it was always going to be Eddie. Because Eddie is who you go to when you’re stuck, when you need help, when you need someone to bail you out or offer you a hand, when you need somewhere to crash or someone to cover for you, it’s Eddie. It’s always Eddie. It was always going to be Eddie.

“Don’t apologise,” he says, trying to shrug it off, “you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, I think.”

You pull your knees up onto the seat with you, wrapping your arms around them, and resting your chin. “Remember the party?” you ask. Eddie scoffs.

“You mean Hagan’s party?” he asks. You rolls your eyes as you look at him.

“No I mean the beach party at the White House,” you mumble. He smiles, glad to recognise you again.

“There she is,” he whispers. “But yeah, I remember the party.”

“Yeah well, it starts with the party,” you explain. But memories come bubbling back.

You were leaning against a wall for support and you were looking for Eddie, even if you didn't want to see him, not if you might see him with that girl, with his hands on her waist, his tongue down his throat. The thoughts were swimming through your mind and you wanted to drink until they drowned. But you couldn't stop thinking about Eddie, the same way you can't stop thinking about him in the quiet moments, the late at night moments, the moments when thoughts of his tongue and his hands creep all too eagerly into your mind. You shook the thoughts out because now instead of hearing your name on his lips, hands tracing up the inside of your thigh, quietly whispering requests against your skin, looking for permission to have you. It was her you were picturing with him. Her skirt hiked up, her bra unfastened. His mouth leaving marks on her hips and you wanted to scream. So you downed your drink.

You shake them away, trying to start at the beginning, trying to keep it relevant, trying to not out your feelings. “I was two drinks in and we got separated, I saw Robin and she asked me if I had seen Vicky, and I thought I had by the beer pong so I tried to direct her and maybe the drinks were stronger than Craig let on, but I felt like I was spinning out,” you explain. Eddie nods.

“They were strong,” he agrees. His tapping on the wheel has gotten lighter as you start to talk, you know that means he is concentrating on what you have to say, but you know what Eddie is like, his mind runs faster than the conversation and he is jumping hurdles way ahead of the journey. You try not to let it distract you.

“I found Vicky and she was with her boyfriend and Robin said something about getting drinks, and she walked away and I was trying to find my way back to you, but I couldn’t find you anywhere and I didn’t really know anyone else and I didn’t like those I recognised and I needed air,” you pause, letting your eyes fall on the road, watching the little white dots marking the lanes disappear in flashes as the van moves forward, if you watch them long enough they become this blur of reflective light. You’re watching them, trying to find the words to explain what happened next. “And then I saw something, and I felt like I was…” you stop yourself. You can’t explain how seeing Eddie with another girl made you feel like you were dying, not now, you have too much to explain already. “I felt awful, I felt really, really awful and I wanted that feeling to go away.”

“What did you see?” Eddie asks, letting his eyes flicker over to you for a moment.

“That doesn’t really matter,” you say, trying to brush the question away.

“If it made you upset it matters,” he says.

“It’s not relevant to the story,” you say, “you just need to know I got upset, over something, something really stupid and I should’ve have gotten upset about it. I had no right to get upset about it, but I did. I got really upset. And I didn’t like feeling that way, so I made the third bad choice of the evening.”

“The third?” he asks, trying to keep a light tone despite the heaviness of the air around you both, the threat of this topic burying you alive ever prevalent.

“Well the second was leaving your side at all, and the first was convincing us to go,” you breathe out. “But anyway, I made the third mistake of the evening, I went back to the punch. And I drank.” You push your shoes against your palms, trying to ball yourself up as small as you can be, trying to hide from yourself. “I drank a lot.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything to that, and you half expect him to, but he keeps his eyes on the road, hands now on the wheel fully, no tapping, no lightness, and he waits for you to continue.

“And I kept drinking, and kept drinking, and at some point, someone, I think Tommy handed me a bottle of… cherry tequila I think, and I don’t remember how much of that I drank, but I remember a lot of chanting and encouragement and the bottle feeling much less heavy in my hands. I got dizzy after that, and I went to find some air, but I kept walking into door frames, and the ground kept getting dangerously close to me.”

“You were really drunk,” Eddie says. Had he seen you? You wondered. You had thought that after you saw him with the girl, you’d lost track of him for the rest of the night, and maybe you had, but just because you hadn’t seen him, didn’t mean he hadn’t see you. But you thought it unlikely, because if he had seen you the way you were he would’ve made you both leave there and then.

“I made it to the door, and then I nearly fell off the front step,” you say, “but luckily, he caught me.”

“Who?” Eddie asks.

“Just this guy,” you say, really not wanting him to push the matter. “And I was so glad to see him, I know him, we know him, I wouldn’t say I know him well, but it was nice to see a familiar face that didn’t make me want to crawl into a hole. And he was careful with me, and he helped me sit on the porch and get some cold air, and I thought I sobered up a little more, and maybe I did, but not enough because I went back inside and I found another drink. But I got halfway through it, and he stopped me. He seemed concerned for me, he could see how drunk I was and I couldn’t, I just wanted to keep drinking and stop feeling so bad, and jealous and petty because I had no right. But he took the drink off me and put it down, asking if maybe I wanted some water. So I let him get me water, and he was gone maybe a few minutes before some jock was hitting on me, and I wasn’t paying much attention because I was looking for someone, Robin I think, but you can only ignore someone for so long, and he tried to kiss me so I was suddenly very aware of how close he was and then the guy got back with the water and told him to stay the fuck away, and he did. I drank the water and I felt, giddy and I felt rescued.” The way you say the word makes Eddie’s fist clench around the steering wheel for a moment. You try to ignore it. “I felt rescued and I was drunk,” you say, “I was so drunk.” You suck your teeth for a moment, gathering up more of that courage to get yourself through the story. “So, I threw myself at him, repeatedly, insistently, relentlessly, it was pathetic and I wish the alcohol would’ve taken those memories away because the things I said to him, the things I suggested, it was… embarrassing. It is embarrassing,” you groan and return your face to being buried in your knees. “I hate knowing all those… filthy things I said, things you couldn’t pay me to say sober, things I never even thought would come out of my mouth, things I haven’t even thought about, but again… I was drunk. I was… so fucking drunk.” You inhale. “So I asked him to take me from the party, I hadn’t seen you in hours and I figured you’d gone home.” You can’t ignore the flicker of hurt that crossed over Eddie’s face as you say that. That you thought he would’ve left without you, without finding you. But you’d hashed that conversation out weeks ago. And you wanted to let sleeping dogs lie. So neither of you comment any more on it. “So he took me back to his place. He hadn’t drank so he could drive.”

“He what?” Eddie asks.

“Eddie I was so drunk I couldn’t remember my own address, I couldn’t tell him where to go because I didn’t know,” you say. He turns the steering wheel in a quick action, and the van jerks at the change as he pulls off to a layby. You hadn’t noticed how tightly he had started to grip the wheel the more you talked, but his knuckles are nearly white.

“I don’t… I don’t like where this is going,” he says. You see that look in his eyes, that anger, and you’ve seen it before, it’s the kind of anger that makes him slash tires and break windows.

“Eddie, no,” you say, trying to steady yourself, “it’s not. He wasn’t like that.”

“He wasn’t?” the words feel venomous as they drop from his mouth but you know the anger isn’t at you, it’s for you.

“I don’t have enough gaps in my memory for you to doubt me on this, okay,” you tell him. “He took me back to his place, and I tried to throw myself at him more, but he wouldn’t have it, he kept telling me that I was drunk and he was glad it was him that I fell into but no. He set me up in his guest room, and I threw up, a lot, and he held my hair back and made me drink ice water. I woke up in the morning and I had a bad headache, but it could’ve been so much worse. All the things I said, all the ways I acted, it could have been so much worse. I had a shower in the ensuite and when I got out, he had made me breakfast. And a hangover smoothie and I felt a lot better. And then I felt something else.” With the van in park Eddie is watching you very closely now, turned to you, eyes studying every small movement, waiting to catch you in a lie or react to whatever you might throw at him, what feelings you might have that bubble up, he needed to be ready. Because above all, he wanted to be here for you, he wanted to fix this, and he has long lost the thread on where this is going. “I felt grateful.”

Eddie wishes he could hide his response to that, and he manages to not sneer but the irritation is clear in the way he draws his breath in tight. “Grateful,” he says. You know why that bothers him, he has spent years showing you the difference between good behaviour and common decency, and you know better than to thank someone for not being the worst.

“He is a good guy,” you try but regret the words.

“Because he didn’t take advantage of someone so drunk they literally couldn’t remember the address of the house they’ve lived at their entire life?” Eddie asks. He looks sad, really sad and you want to break apart. He sees it in your face and he winces at himself. “Shit, sorry, I am not trying to make you feel bad, I just… I wish things were better for you.”

“I know,” you tell him honestly. “But I’m not done.” He had figured as much, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear where this was going now, but he knew he had to. “I felt grateful, and I felt stupid, I felt really stupid because I could remember all those things I said and I apologised over and over, and he told me not to worry about it. That people say dumb shit when they’re drunk, and I thanked him for being there, and he said he really didn’t mind. And I apologised again for putting him out and for hitting on him like we were dying tomorrow and he shrugged it off, and he said ‘I wouldn’t have minded if you were sober.’” You bite your tongue as Eddie does the same letting his hand squeeze the wheel again. “Eddie, he wasn’t… it was on me, okay. He was good and sweet and I felt safe because of him, and I got caught up in myself and… I kissed him.”

“You kissed him?” he asks. You can feel the memory of his lips on your collarbone, his hands all needy and giving. The ways he touched you, the ways he held you, the ways your back arched and your words become nothing more than whispers. But you do not want to think about that right now. Because if you think about that you'll remember how much you thought about Eddie, and then you might just sink far enough into the car seat that you don't return. Maybe that would be better.

“And then I more than kissed him,” you say. He nods, really not wanting more detail, and you not wanting to give it. “And that would’ve been fine, it would’ve been a dumb, embarrassing memory, and a decent hook up, and it would’ve all been fine.”

“But?” he asks. He is waiting for it, the penny to drop. This nice guy of yours, did he have a girlfriend he neglected to tell you about while he was kissing you? Eddie wants to say so many things, but he doesn’t he just waits.

“But, we got caught up in it, and I didn’t think, and I don’t know if he just didn’t think either, or if while I was drunk I said something that wasn’t entirely true that made him think he didn’t have to think,” your words are becoming riddled again and Eddie’s brow furrows, trying to follow.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I think I said something about the pill,” you say, “which wasn’t untrue, but I may have run out and not thought much about how long I’d not taken it, I started taking it again a few days later, and I didn’t think anything of it. Until yesterday,” you say. You watch it process behind Eddie’s eyes.

“You didn’t use…” he doesn’t finish the sentence. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “oh.”

“Oh shit,” he says, leaning back into the seat.

“Yeah, oh shit,” you echo. “The party was like five weeks ago.”

“Shit,” Eddie says again, “your pregnant.”

“Ding, ding, ding,” you whisper. You’re not sure when you started crying but you can feel the tears spilling out from your eyes now, dripping down onto your arms and exposed skin. “Not exactly a test I wanted to pass.”

“Shit,” he pulls you in, giving you a hug and resting his head on top of yours. He brings no attention to your sobs as you finally let all the feelings you tried to bury flow out of you. He doesn’t know what to say any more than you do. But being close to him, hearing his breathing, his heartbeat as he tries to keep himself calm, it reminds you of home, not your home, but true home, the place where you feel safe and understood and always welcome. That has always been Eddie for you. Now is no different.

“So Pennsylvania,” he says after a long silence.

“Yeah,” you manage, “it felt far enough away that it couldn’t come home with me, the whispers, the judgment.” You feel Eddie’s posture change, his shoulders falling lower, his muscles relaxing, you hadn’t realised how tense he had been. So it’s not surprising when you look up at him and his expression is soft, his lips gently parted in thought.

“Why are we going to Pennsylvania?” he asks.

“To deal with this,” you say, “and then never think about it again.”

He nods, you knew he wouldn’t try and talk you out of it, you knew he wouldn’t do anything but support you in whatever it was you wanted to do. Hell, knowing Eddie he would offer to take the blame, joke about a shotgun wedding if you wanted to keep it. But in his silence you hear the quiet for the first time, and the question you didn’t want creeps in.

“I am going to ask you once, and then I will never ask you again, and you don’t have to tell me,” Eddie says, “but the guy?”

“I haven’t told him,” you say. Eddie frowns for a moment, and then gives your forehead a gentle flick. “Ouch.”

“I wasn’t asking that,” he says, “I would never ask that, it’s not his business frankly, not unless you want it to be.” You give him a small smile. “No, I just… who was he?”

“You really want to know that?” you ask. Eddie tilts his head from side to side.

“I don’t know,” he admits, “curiosity might kill me, but I don’t think I am going to like the answer anyway.”

“You don’t like any guy that’s taken an interest in me,” you point out, rubbing some of the remaining moisture from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Well, usually they are trash,” he says, “and I don’t think defending the guy you knocked you up is going to go down well,” he jokes, or mostly jokes anyway.

“Promise me you won’t tell him if I tell you,” you say. Eddie mocks offence, it’s nothing like the hurt you saw in him earlier, when you recalled how you thought he left without you, it’s all play.

“I would never,” he says, “you question my honour so?”

“I question your ability to not want to start something with him, because I know what you’re thinking,” you say.

“Has he spoken to you since?” he asks.

“Yes,” you say, and he has. Not about it, not that you would have given him the chance to. You were so eager to forget anything happened at all, too embarrassed by the entire series of events and just wanting your life to go back to how it was. Just you and Eddie, with the rest of the world at arms length. But he has talked to you, he kind of has to, it’s hard to give silent treatment to someone you work with.

“About it?” Eddie asks. You look at your tattered converse and Eddie has his answer. “Unbelievable.”

“Did you call the girl you hooked up with at the party?” you respond. Eddie frowns again, all confusion now.

“I didn’t hook up with anyone at the party,” he says. You laugh.

“Not true,” you say. Eddie stares at you, blank. You don’t understand what reason Eddie would have to try and lie about that, especially right now. “Eddie, were you wasted?”

“I had three drinks,” Eddie says, “two of which I had with you.” He looks so clueless and you don’t understand it, the girl had been all over him, and she didn’t seem eager to leave any time soon, it had shocked you sick. It had sent you reeling, it had hurt you in ways you didn’t want to process, and he doesn’t remember it.

“Eddie, the tennis skirt,” you say, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. He still stares at you like you’re talking another language. “Eddie how many people do you have to get hot and heavy with that you don’t remember someone like that?”

“I told you, I didn’t get hot and heavy with anyone, I spent most the night looking for you,” he says.

“Eddie I saw you, with the flirty tank top and tennis skirt, she was like half a sentence away from jumping your bones,” you say.

“That’s got to be an exaggeration,” Eddie states, moving to take the van out of park and get back on the road.

“No wait, we need to finish this first,” you say, pulling the keys out the ignition. “She was drinking something really cheap with a cherry in it.” A look of realisation crosses over Eddie’s face.

“Estelle?” he asks.

“I didn’t stick around to ask her name,” you point out, “I was replacing all the water in my blood with alcohol remember?”

“Estelle, Tommy’s cousin,” he starts to describe her in vague detail and she sounds like she fits the bill so you shrug.

“I guess,” you say, “she was gorgeous, that’s all I really remember about her.”

“Was she?” Eddie asks. You laugh and it’s bitter and Eddie can’t tell why. “What?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t notice Munson,” you say.

“I guess I didn’t,” he says, “like I didn’t notice she was all over me apparently.”

“Trust me,” you say, “she was.”

“You sound…” he stops. You’re quick to respond to that, fear flooding you. You put the keys back in and try to nudge him to move the car.

“Places to be, problems to deal with,” you tell him. He doesn’t move. He is staring into nothing, like he is playing a reel back through his mind, hitting through the rolodex of memories. You’re scared of what he might find there.

“You said,” he pauses. You can hear his heartbeat, as it starts to hammer like an all too eager drum in his chest. “You said you saw something, and you got upset, and you went to get more drinks.”

“Eddie we should move, not let the night get ahead of us, we have miles to go,” you try.

“You said, you saw something that made you feel awful and you needed to drink to make that feeling go away,” he says, he sounds scared as he speaks and that fills you with a whole other type of fear.

“Eddie, please don’t think about it too hard,” you beg him, but you know it’s too late. He is a dog with a bone, and he has found all the pieces, it’s just a matter of time now.

“You didn’t stick around to ask her name… and that’s… I lost sight of you before that, and I thought I saw you when Estelle was talking and I came to find you but you must’ve already been getting more drunk,” he says.

“Eddie,” you say, not even a whisper, not even a plea, just a need to say it.

“And you almost sounded… jealous,” Eddie says, so hesitant on the word, “and that’s what you said you felt, sad about something childish and jealous when you had no right to be.”

“Well, how can I get mad about someone noticing you Eddie?” you ask. “I notice you all the damn time, hell I don’t know how to stop noticing you. But I can’t make other people not see you because it makes me feel small, unimportant,” you sigh. “I saw Estelle in her little skirt and her chirpy demeanour and I immediately wanted to drown myself.”

“You… you got drunk because of that?” he asks. You understand now with one simple sentence. He blames himself, that is the thing he takes away from this. You got drunk. You got vulnerable and drunk and he sees it as his fault.

“Eddie, no,” you say, but the words don’t bring comfort, because they’re not really true.

“I should’ve found you sooner, I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight,” Eddie stammers.

“I shouldn’t have made you go to the party,” you say, “would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.”

“This is my fault,” he says. You punch his arm, hard and he throws you a wounded look. “Fucking, ouch.”

“You do not get to take credit for my accidental pregnancy,” you state, “did you knock me up? No. Did you drink your body weight in punch? No. All you did was let a pretty girl talk to you, you couldn’t know how that would make me feel.”

“I didn’t mean to let a pretty girl talk to me though,” Eddie says, “I only ever really want you talking to me.”

“I don’t know Eds,” you say softly, “I think there are things appealing about talking to someone who isn’t me, like a pretty girl,” you pause, “or guy.” He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes, so brown and lost. He let’s the comment pass you both by in favour of something more important.

“You’re the only pretty girl I care about talking to,” he says. “Or pretty, anyone.”

“Eddie,” you say, “you don’t mean that.”

“I do,” Eddie says firmly, “I do mean it, and I’ve been meaning it for a while, but I thought… how could you feel like that, that hurt and not tell me?”

“What did you think I was going to say Munson?” you ask. “Hey, I know you’re my best friend in the whole world, but seeing another girl flirt with you makes me feel like I’m dying, that seeing anyone noticing you in all the ways you should be noticed because you’re a fucking rarity, makes me feel like I’ve lost you. Makes me feel like you’ll wake up and find someone and forget about me, because I am in love with you Eddie and I don’t know how to process that properly so instead I got drunk and I hooked up with Steve fucking Harrington.”

Eddie wants to say a lot of things in response to that, to ask about the whole ‘you being in love with him thing,’ to tell you all the things he hasn’t said but always wanted to, to make you see that he sees you just the same. But only one word manages to form on his lips and he can’t keep it to himself try as he might it just falls out.

“Steve?”

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